His black armor has been tailored to his extreme needs. Pitch black, leather boots, reinforced with metal, clanged every time he set foot on the ground, joined by the sound of his large knee pads, hardened yet flexible. Blackened alloy embraced his thighs protectively, leaving no openings for assault. His torso, as broad and strong as Lados had guessed, flexed behind the triply forged armor. It seemed impenetrable. On his chest, the captivating, triangular dragon crest shone proudly amidst the discord, carving a clear path through the smog.
