~bellatrix~ (reboot)

"I'm with you there, Zerron."
I summon a broadsword in each hand and chuckle.
"Unfortunately for you, we don't associate with tyrants and villains. You might think you're invincible but I can personally guarantee that you've never met a crew like us! Since you're a fan of chess, let me put it to you like this. Under the right circumstances, even a pawn can overthrow the king!"
I give him a confident smile.
"We didn't come all this way to give up on everything just because some demigod tells us to."
Then I raise my right sword high.
"We fear nothing, whether it be men, elves or gods! Crew of the Dragon! Stand your ground and prepare for battle!!"
I point my right sword towards Scurra.
"Here's our counter-offer. Leave this place peacefully or face our divine wrath!"


"Still a fan of your over-the-top performances, I see."
Leif stepped into the cavern with a wry smile on his face, still holding an unconscious Trinity.
"Some things never change. Personally, I wouldn't have it any other way."
He then looked to Mordred and nodded.
"With that fancy sword of yours, I'd say this is more your fight than mine. So I'll take care of Trinity while you do the dirty work, sound good?"


"Agreed. Be sure to keep her far away from the battle."
Mordred stepped into the middle of the cavern and drew Apocrypha once more. The cursed sword surged with dark energy, forming a dark cloud around the blade. Mordred looked up at Scurra and narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Though I may wield the power of darkness, I have no interest in serving a dark god. My power is my own. I do not need yours."

 

Scurra craned his head at a sick, unhealthy angle towards the voice of Martyris, watching intently. As soon as he finished talking, he turned back to the group, now smirking. "What if I simply killed you all."

He held out his right hand, uncurling his slender fingers as the image of a person slowly formed. Within seconds, what seemed to be their precious princess stood directly in front of him. Scurra reached out, wrapping his fingers around her neck and lifting her up. As soon as he let go, she stay afloat, "Or I can just kill her." He held out both his hands now, creating various different shapes and patterns as well as chanting lightly. Upon stopping, the figure began to bleed out of her mouth, soon chocking on the blood. The figure fell to the ground with an idle thump.

"What if I killed everyone any of you ever loved." He waved his hand, an image of everyone's most loved appearing on their knees. Soon after, each started dying. Their cause of death? Whatever weapon the person who knew them used, the bodies falling limp to the ground.

Laughing loudly, he watched the group, "Know this. If I wanted, you'd all be dead by now."

 

I...I can't believe my eyes. What's my family doing here in a place like this?! It's completely impossible and I can't shake the feeling that everything about this is just wrong, but...here they are. Right in front of me. Then I see...a figure in a dark hood walking towards them. What's he doing...? He raises a hand to the sky and...

No...this can't be happening! By the gods, what is he doing?! This isn't real. I know it's not real, it can't be real, there no way it's real, but...oh, no. Stop...don't...please don't!!

Before I can even open my mouth to scream, I see a large group of weapons form above the hooded man and...fly towards the people I love most. My mother...my father...my sister...all laid low in a storm of swords, spears and axes. Even when they're on the ground, their bodies are cut, impaled and smashed by the weapons...and all I can do is watch. Tears fall down my face as they're being butchered right in front of me, and I'm completely helpless to stop them. My mouth hangs open and I try to scream, but...I can't even manage that. It's not real. It's not real, right? Why does it look so real? Why does it feel like they're really dead?!

Leif falls to his knees, still holding Trinity in his arms.
"It's not real..."
He mutters under his breath, trying to convince himself of the truth, but his constant shaking shows how real it feels to him.
"It's just an illusion...it's not real...they're fine."
He keeps repeating words like these to himself almost like a mantra, holding on desperately as the illusion forces its way into his mind. He then closes his eyes so he can't see the frozen corpses of his friends and family right in front of him.

Mordred scoffed as Scurra cast his spell.
"Hmph. And what do you hope to take from a man who has already lost everything?"
But much to his surprise, he did see someone standing right in front of him who wasn't there a moment ago. His eyes went wide in shock.
"What...?"
Then he saw a figure in a black cloak emerge from the shadows carrying a longsword. Mordred wanted to stop him but before he could even move, it was already over. He was helpless to do anything but watch as the one who was standing in front of him just a moment ago now laid motionless on the ground, blood spraying from a slashed throat.
"It is...only an illusion. Merely a conjurer's trick."
But even as he said this to himself, he was noticeably sweating.

"THAT'S ENOUGH!!!"
Leif, who had put Trinity on the ground and was clutching his head, screamed so loudly that it echoed throughout the cavern. Just as he did, whether by coincidence or not, the illusions dissipated and Leif, breathing heavily, picked Trinity back up and glared at Scurra.
"You've got a funny way of recruiting new followers, you know that?"

Mordred, now free from the curse, took a defensive stance as he looked towards Scurra and narrowed his eyes.
"If I can only choose between the two, I would rather die on my feet than live on my knees."

They're gone...finally. I take a combat stance and call out to my men while looking at Scurra.
"For a jester, this one's pretty dangerous. But I don't want any of you quitting on me! We fight together, we win together and we'll die together if we have to! At the very least...we'll give him a fight worthy of praise and song; a hero's death for us all!!"

 

Hexy recoiled from the sight of Sean choking on his own blood, and her face took on a look of absolute loathing.

A man, elderly and broken, reached out to Vizard and Gizzard pleadingly from the illusion, causing the pair of them to draw back.

A woman, shrieking in agony with Apocrypha sticking out of her chest, stretched out a hand towards Savvie, who didn’t even respond. His body seemed to have become still as stone. Jeru squeaked slightly, trembling against his back.

Luceforvis glowered up at Scurra with undisguised hatred. “Monster indeed.”

Stake merely cocked his head, analysing the flailing illusions curiously.

Briarle shivered and hid her face in Savvie’s shoulder, not wanting to look.

A couple, old and frail, screamed and begged as their bodies were perforated with arrows and sliced with swords. Brisk stiffened, his face twisting into an empty hollow mask. Hailbird’s smile faltered, and he shook his head like a dog shaking off water. “Trickery... foul trickery...”

The pirates let out screams of horror and fear, and a few lunged forwards to save those dear to them only to be held back by their fellows. The captain swore like the sailor he was under his breath, not daring to take his eyes from the ghastly scene.

“Yeah...” Martyris growled. “About that... you’re kinda looking at the Wingmender. You know? An Anointed powerful enough to be able to heal and create shields that can stop demigods? Even you? And that’s not even coming close to the power he’s currently got access to, considering he’s fused with me, you know – ANOTHER DEMIGOD. That's not even counting the various other powerhouses who are probably raring to see if you can be mutilated.”
Can we seriously take this guy?
Oh, we could. If you were, you know, in any way shape or form able to consciously control your powers.
...
And I’ve got considerable heft, but unfortunately my powers are constrained by a lot more rules than he has to put up with.
...
But don’t worry! He definitely doesn’t want to fight us!
Oh good. And why is that?
Remember that thing that ate that giant troll earlier? Well, if we decide to tussle, it will hear it, we will get its attention, then it will kill everybody. So if we fight, either he kills us or one of the second most powerful beings in the universe kills him AND us.
...
I’m not helping, am I?
NO YOU ARE NOT HELPING!

 

Vixie's fur on her tail fluffed up in anger. She fired her arrow at the apparitions 'dying' in front of them. Since she had no loved ones, no one that she cared about or gave her love to, no one she knew was there...except for a shadow of what she 'prayed' love would be.
"Enough games." Vixie growled lowly, as she stepped in front of the group. "We don't respond to trickery, and threats." She added, as she drew back another arrow. "You feed on them...we do not. Now leave, or be forced to leave...wounded, and just as alone as you are now."

 

Zerron watched as a figure of a woman appeared in front of him, kneeling. It caused him to drop his throwing knives as he saw not only her face, but her eyes. He knew who she was by the deep violet flames burning in her eyes. Even through he knew better he was still caught off guard and caused him to sheath his dagger. He wasn't at the point of breaking down, but he tensed up as soon as he realized what was about to happen to her. It brought back some dark memories from long ago, events that had given him his desire to learn everything and all he could to counter demonic and dark powers. His grip tightened on his knife as he saw her get slashed and stabbed with her own dual broad swords. Zerron drew out his sword in a burst of intense blue flames and growled as he stormed through the illusion in front of him. He knew that she was already dead and what had happened to her. He looked up at Scurra with intense flames set in his eyes.

"Your walking on thin land demon. I'm not going to explain to you how I lost my loved one, but what you just did just brought back some painful memories of the past. If I where you I would STOP with all of these riddles, get to the point, and tell us why you haven't killed us off! My temper's already running short as it is so you better decide quick before I decide for you!" As Zerron talked to Scurra in a angerly stern tone, the blue flames danced wildly on his crimson rapier/sword hybrid and rolled off of it. Which Zerron was pointing at the dark jester, just waiting to strike. Zerron was on the verge of rage from seeing that illusion. What Zerron does next depends on what Scurra says or does. Scurra had struck a very bad nerve within a flame ninja's mind.

I swear if this joker gives us another speech, I'm torching his stupid vest off....

Sean didn't need to know any more about the situation. He could hear yelling and screaming. most of the screaming was from the pirate crew. They where pretty hard to miss. But what hit him the most was that he thought he sensed something happening, or was about to happen, to the group. As he arrived where the group was, he saw Hexy fall limp in front of him as she was enveloped in her own green energy, blood coming out of her mouth. His mind started to panic, but at that moment he was stopped.

No, stop! Look around and see what else is happening! Don't let you emotions get the better of you!

Sean hesitated but looked around. As he looked around he saw that everyone else was reacting in a different way.... including Hexy. Wait, Hexy?
How is she over there if she's......
As he looked back to the Hexy that had collapsed to the ground, he saw that she was starting to vanish.
"So, it was just an illusion....... but why an illusion?" He he ran towards Hexy, he saw an eight foot figure floating on a green cloud. He turned on his heels and drew his sword.
"I'm guessing thats the source of all of this." He as assured he was right after he witnessed Zerrons outburst.

 

Wolfette, she rather liked how that sounded in her head, looked up as Scurra raved on. A quick snap followed the sounds of chewing as she watched a figure materialize before her. A faint shadow appeared behind the first one.
"Who is that?"
"I'm not sure."
"They smell familiar to me. We must have known them from the before."
"I suppose," Elder responded dubiously, more focused on their current meal.

As she watched, a shadowy figured approached the pair. The woman put her hands up to ward off what was approaching her as the man thrust himself between his wife and the beast their daughters had become...
"Mother?" Younger questioned.
"I remember," Elder said in a reverent whisper. "They were our firsts."

Drool built up in the werewolf's mouth and began running down one side of her chin, cutting a trail through the wet blood that was smeared on the bottom half of her face.
"They tasted like love," Wolfette said gleefully as her shadow self tore her parents apart and began to feast.

Looking down at the no longer shaking female, it was hard to shake after blood filled the lungs, Wolfette plucked out a glazed over eye filled with agony and dropped it into her mouth. Her eyes gleamed with a sulfurous light.

 

Scurra laughed at the threats, waving them away, "Idle threats?" He slowly lowered to the ground, his suit seeming to melt away and reshape into something different...

His blazer, waistcoat, and shirt become one, forming a black monk's cowl adorned with red stars and long black sleeves reaching down to his wrists. His hands suddenly covered with a white liquid which rapidly thickened, forming fingerless gloves whilst his lower half shifted and turned to become tight, dark red breeches and simple black boots with the tips curling backwards and ending with a small bell. His fedora had also elongated, now seeming to be two crimson ram's horns spiralling upwards.

"So..." his voice sounded hysteric, his entire body now pumping with energy, "shall we get this party started?"

He quickly pulled out Death's Feather; the pain of its previous victims seeming to emanate from it.

 

Martyris stormed forwards, a red aura surrounding Tyrcestus’s body, and for the first time in a very very long time two demigods went to war.

The wings of the Wingmender burned brightly on Tyrcestus’s back, to the point where he seemed to resemble a being of fire. At the same time, the slightly translucent orange flickering sphere of protection sprang into existence around him, crackling and sparking, lighting up the darkened cavern like a miniature sun. Martyris’s own power was not subtle either – an immense pyre of crimson energy, radiating upwards and outwards like a volcanic plume, flooding the area, the air taking on the faint scent of blood. Tyrcestus’s hair was forced upwards, curling into cruel twisted spikes, tinted red.
Behind him, the faint image of what seemed to be some sort of demonic beast formed from the energy, a creature of muscle, thorns, nails and sinew, and when it spoke with the voice they all recognized, suddenly it became very easy to remember that at the end of the day, Martyris WAS a very ancient war demigod and was not exactly someone you wanted angry with you.

“Listen to me, you fool. Fighting us will only end in your demise, Scurra. The Great Animal is near. So your options are, either I kill you, or it kills us both. Even you’re not foolish enough to press this further, and if you attack any of these mortals I give you my word I will crush you!”

 

Wolfette walked up to Anthony and tugged on his sleeve. Her expression and body language were reminiscent of an unsure child asking their parent a question. This was offset by the blood still dripping from her chin.
"Is there more?" She asked him. The devoured corpse of the woman that she had eaten was behind her.

 

Now that I see the two of them going at it, I'm starting to wonder if I want to get involved in this fight after all. As I stare blankly at the two demigods fighting it out, I notice Wolf Girl tugging at my sleeve and-- BY THE NINE DIVINES, THERE'S BLOOD DRIPPING FROM HER MOUTH!! I, uh...I take a quick moment to collect my thoughts and somehow manage to answer her in a perfectly calm voice like there's absolutely nothing wrong.
"Not to worry, we'll get you some food soon enough. Some...proper food, not people. Because eating real food is better than eating people."
I can't believe I just had to utter that sentence.


Mordred took a defensive stance as an immense amount of energy radiated from the clash of the two demigods.
"Unbelievable...they possess even more power than I'd imagined."
He thought out loud to himself, unsure of what his next move should be. If he tried to go on the offensive now, there was a real chance that he might just get in the way. He would have to draw out an incredible amount of Apocrypha's power to even hold his own in the fight, which he always considered a last resort. Even then, he couldn't be sure how he would fare. He decided that his best option right now would be to wait for a more opportune moment to join the fight. If Martyris could weaken the dark god enough, maybe then he would have an opening to strike. For now, he kept himself at a relatively safe distance from the two and chose to bide his time.

 

Vixie stepped back slightly, trying not to get pulled into a fight between demigods. Being that she, in her fully transformed form, was called the "Demon Fox", she knew that she wouldn't stand a chance in the crossfire between two half gods.
Vixie looked over to the others, and motioned for them to step back, as she returned her arrow to her quiver...though she held her bow at the ready, just in case.

 

Scurra stepped forward until he was merely a few inches from the other demigod. He had initially flinched at the mention of the great beast however had almost immediately recovered his composure. For once, his voice seemed dark and void of anything but sadness, "I have nothing to lose, whereas, you all have everything." His demeanour changed back to it's previous self, "So you see, I'd be more than happy to kill you all. That said."

Slowly bringing the knife around his body, he carved various runes in many sizes and shapes. His body started radiating mass amounts of energy, glowing brighter and brighter as it did so, becoming painful to directly look at. As he sheathed his knife, his whispered, "Bye bye." A small 'pop' being heard as the energy we expelled outwards. This hadn't been a direct assault on them, no, it was a call. A very loud summon; hopefully from this, the Great Animal would be angered.

 

The noise was barely perceptible at first.

“You...” Martyris could barely speak, both incredulous and horrified. “How... how could you even... you really are insane!” His voice was trembling with unabashed fear, and hearing the previously laid-back demigod suddenly sound scared out of his wits made the hair on the back of Hexy’s neck stand on end.

It was more audible now, a sort of padding footsteps that over the din of the cavern shouldn’t have been possible to hear, but somehow cut through the tumult despite the fact it was so quiet, as if it had priority over the other sounds.

“You’ll –“ Martyris froze, his head turning slightly, his entire frame flinching every time the noise resounded through the air itself.

Pumf. Pumf. Pumf. Pumf.

It was a sound everyone in the cavern heard and felt and smelled and a primeval fear crept up their spines. It wasn’t the sort of fear that could be reasoned away or dealt with by strength in numbers or personal might. It was the almighty, all-consuming, mind-numbing and existentially terrifying realization that their continued existence was no longer theirs to decide. The knowledge that for all of their experience, all of their strength, all of their power and all of their spirit, they were now just prey.
And the predator knew they were in the hunting grounds.

Pumf. Pumf. Pumf. Pumf.

It seemed to emerge from the darkness of the cavern seamlessly, as though a colossal shadow had simply decided to gain sentience. It stood at the height of two warhorses. Its eyes were bright yellow, a heartless empty colour around slit black pupils like a cat’s. Its body was hulking and thick, muscular and veined. It seemed to have both scales and fur adorning its form in a strange natural armour of sorts. Its feet were long and dexterous, with hooked claws effortlessly carving through the stone on which it walked, not even making a sound as it walked closer.

Pumf. Pumf. Pumf.

Its arms were like a bat’s, huge leathery but strangely scaly wings with thick clawed humanoid hands at the ends, each claw bigger than a banana. Its face was lupine, a long thick snout, but when it opened its mouth, FIVE rows of needle-thin teeth gleamed in the light, a thick white viscous liquid dripping between them, and three tongues lashing around within.

Pumf.

It looked at them all and cocked its head, seemingly weighing them up. It looked at Scurra inquisitively, before returning its gaze to Martyris who had immediately stopped using any divine power.
“No... body... move... a muscle.” Martyris choked out, not taking his eyes from it. “That thing decides to eat us, we are all dead.”

 

Vixie froze immediately upon hearing the heavy footsteps. Her fox ears lowered slightly, as she turned, gripping her bow more tightly in her hand...if she had gripped it any tighter, she would have snapped her bow in half.
'What is that thing?' Vixie thought to herself, now only moving only her eyes, as the beast stomped into the cavern. She could feel every piece of fur and hair stand on end...even in her 'Demon fox' form, this thing could easily snap her in two.

 

What...?

What...is that thing?

My mind goes completely blank. My body is frozen in place. Slowly, helplessly, feeling a kind of fear that I've never even known before, I look up at the creature that seemed to just...appear from out of the darkness. Every single fiber of my being is screaming at me to do something, even though I can feel it in the very depths of my soul that nothing I do will change anything. It's like...staring into an endless abyss and all I can do is hope it doesn't swallow me up. I've never felt so helpless, so terrified in my entire life, and I can't even bring myself to scream.

Just then, I hear Martyris' warning and it breaks me out of my downward spiral. I don't even dare to turn to him, I just whisper to anyone close enough to hear me.
"You heard the man. Not even a muscle."
I stand perfectly still and wait. But am I just...waiting for the end? I can feel myself sinking deeper and deeper into despair the longer I have to look at it.


The dark aura surrounding Apocrypha seemed to fade away, as if it were swallowed whole by an even greater darkness. However, Mordred hardly even noticed as his eyes stayed fixed on the creature in front of him. His expression didn't show it, but the slight trembling of his hands hinted at how much fear it inspired in him. He muttered under his breath quietly-- too quiet for anyone to hear, most likely.
"That thing...is terror incarnate. By the gods, I can hardly believe it even exists."
He stared at it like a man possessed, never flinching and hardly even breathing.


Leif's cool and calm demeanor vanished instantly when the creature appeared in front of them. He stared up at it, wide-eyed and visibly shaken.
"Wow...so, that's the Great Animal, huh? I, uh...I really don't think anything could have prepared us for that."
His best efforts to make light of the situation fell flat. Even just talking about it made him that much more frightened by it. He held Trinity close and whispered to her.
"Just don't make any sudden moves, alright? I'll--"
He was going to finish that thought with something along the lines of the stock heroic phrase "I'll keep you safe," but he trailed off as in this case, he knew it was a wasted effort. Just from looking at it, he knew immediately that nothing could keep any one of them safe from the encroaching darkness.

 

Oot: can someone give me a recap of current events on this rp?

 

Spoiler: OOT: Intro for Upcoming Character

Name: Karma
Age: X (cannot remember, has had amnesia multiple times, but definitely over 1,000)
Sex: Male
Weapons: Insolence (7 Brl. Shotgun), Life Cycle (One-handed Blade), Libra (Crossbow), Vocale Violin
Class: Demigod/Altered Human, Interdimensional traveller
Ability: Equilibrium, Voice of the Void
Weakness: Himself. His body may have superhuman strength, but it cannot support this strength. He is also as weak as any man against all forms of attack, including verbal.

Appearance:
Clothes are black and white, being separated down the middle with white on the right side.
Eye irises are black on the left, white on the right. 6" tall.
Wears a long coat, loose pants that tuck into high leather boots.
Belts are made of strong, woven metals, and his long, uncut hair is silver, matching the belts.
Hair is 3' 6" long.
Covering his face is a simple mask to conceal his face. Skin around his mask suggests his appearance is young. Eyes have developed a slight violet glow due to his time in the Void.

Weapon details:
-Insolence: A seven barreled shotgun infused with chaos and evil. A weapon that will reduce a man to bloody giblets. (Will be mostly unusable due to lack of ammo)
-Life Cycle: A blade that can heal a person once there blood is stored in the hilt. It can heal slowly, or quickly by stealing life force from victims. Those healed by the life force will experience memories of the victim temporarily. Infused with the power of righteousness and order. It is truly light as the air, and can be blown away by a weak updraft from a candle as it floats in the air.
-Libra: A crossbow that is at it's strongest when Karma's powers of chaos and order at Equilibrium. Bolts shall pierce targets with ease in this phase, though this is difficult to maintain.
-Vocale Violin: Can be used to cast magic of the Void, which can banish things to the Void, though not entire people, just parts. Also, it can be used to whack people with, though this would hurt the violin more.

Backstory: He used to have a purpose. A purpose to maintain balance in the world. A purpose that he earned by working with the opposing forces of chaos and order. His purpose was to balance the events in the world. Bringing sorrow to the joyful, killing the killer, and saving the dying. For this, he was granted eternal youth, and furthered his knowledge in the world and heretic arts. He butchered his own body, finding ways to replace the functions of many vital organs, altering his muscles and heart, placing a limiter to protect his environment. In his clothes, he bore the weight of sin through lead, weighing easily hundreds of pounds, to train his body to become stronger. He was a human chose to break away human restraints.

But that was long ago.
His world no longer exists, consumed by the Void. When the forces of chaos and order were on the brink of utter war, all things collapsed. Existence ceased. Life was no more. Death was impossible.

Although many others were likely consumed by the Void, he never saw a single person. Never felt a single thought from another. For years, he floated in the Void, alone. He felt himself being driven insane by this nothingess. He re-tailored his clothing with great attention to detail. He played the violin to keep himself company, in his own odd way. In a plane of existence in which death did not exist, he removed his final unnecessary organ with disregard to his well being. Tore out his teeth, and replaced them with crystals he carved from the Void. He picked his nails off, implanting shards in lieu of nails. He did many, many such things to entertain himself.

Eventually, Karma began collecting crystals that floated with him, finding that these Void crystals had a power to them. Breaking them down, he learned how to use this power. Eventually, after learning that these crystals could open the way to another world, he prepared to send himself back into the world. Any world, for that matter.
He would soon leave this lonely world.

Personality: Consistently inconsistent. Normally shows an act of arrogance and condescension. Will be uncertain to say how he will be once he leaves the Void.

Fortunately, I will have no need to know a recap for this character, since he has been injected in from another RP, and is not of this world.
Gotta save characters I like, somehow.

 

Spoiler

Sorry for double post, but an edit would not give me permission to put this in my message.

 

Name: Axle Revant
Age: 127
Sex: Male
Weapons: Dark Heart (black bladed long sword), Night Fang (dagger)
Class: Rogue
Creature/Ability: Vampire (Weakened in strong light) / Ability (TBD)

Backstory: Axle was an orphan, raised in an orphanage he found out quickly he wasn't normal. Everyone were Vampires and he found out as he grew up that he was stronger and faster then most of them. When he was twelve he overheard some of the people talking and found out that they believed him to be of pure blood (Vampire/Vampire relationship).
That night when he went out he went to one the local taverns, there he met a man willing to take on an apprentice. Sirius was his name, a rogue vampire who called no place home and had no family, like Axle. As time passed Axle's skills soon surpassed what Sirius had expected of him, by the time Axle had turned 47 he had mastered all of what he could be taught.
Eventually Axle left his teacher and went out on his own. Going from town to town, he did what was needed of him. He sold his skills to people in need of them, he did everything from monster hunts to assassinations.
Without a single care for others his attitude was cold, he knew that people feared him for what he was and that just made it easier for him to separate himself from them. He currently has no work and is wondering the wilds looking for something to do with his time.

Personality: Loner (Doesn't deal with others unless necessary), Rebellious, Cold hearted.
Appearance: Short dark hair, height 6'1", Toned body type, Wears leather armor with a dark hooded cloak, wears a mask to hide his face.


(I know its from Skyrim but that's the basis of my guys armor. Not his sword btw)