Rhea looked at the giants, like a calm pillar of ebon, as she pulled on her gear. The manner of her bearing said much, she wasn't entirely threatened by the giant's threats as she pulled on her gear. She picked up her snow shades, a pair of lenses of smoked glass that did much to reduce the glare of the day. They were sadly broken and twisted, she would need to find a crafty artificer to fix them before they would be of use. She let them fall on her chest at the end of their lanyard.<br/><br/>She pulled on her coat, the heavy metal panels covering her as good as a chain shirt but leaving her able to step free to step free if needed. She had done that once or twice. Nothing like a woman of beauty to distract a foe or getting clear of the heavy jacket when in a rushing river. She picked up her blade, as much as holy symbol as the carved crescent moon hanging on her chest. She looked up at the giants from the depths of her hood.<br/><br/><em>There shall be a reckoning my friends.</em>