A soft hiss purred from Syndella's lips, her brow furrowing in consternation as she got a good look at the challenges ahead. Her crimson hair played against her cheeks, big green eyes narrowing...<br/><br/>Not good. She still wasn't armed *or* armored - And two out of the four doors didn't look likely. She tried the locked door again, just to see if anything changed...Before her gaze was drawn to the very first one! She had the distinct feeling that the suit of armor was going to come to life - But even if it did, maybe she could still wrest that greatsword away from it-!<br/><br/>Carefully - Doing her best not to make *too* much noise - she made to open the first door. Her bare feet padded against the stony floor underfoot, as Syndella paced forward, s-l-o-w-l-y, towards the suit of armor...Expecting it to lunge at her, any moment now. She had her makeshift club in hand, raised warily...Though she wasn't sure how much good it'd do against something like *that*-!<br/><br/>Either way, the virtual vixen was *definitely* ready for trouble.