"If war, then war." Arien said angrily and started slipping off her silky clothes. She ran through her house to the locker room, opened the old wooden chest, grabbed all her old combat clothes and dropped them on the floor. Piece by piece she reequipped. All the pieces still fit her muscular body perfectly, as if no time had passed. She had retired, but she still had continued training. Her combat skills were just as good as they used to be and that made her feel confident enough.
Her old equipment was on now, she drew the sword and took in her combat position. Swinging her heavy black sword through the air, she ralized her feet were still bare naked. She bend over and took her old muddy boots out of the chest. Placing those on the floor, she took a pair of socks from the drawer. A minute later, she was ready.
Now only the shield was missing, it was hanging on the wall, a beautiful shield with the blessing of Avlad. She gently touched it. The shield as if became alive, and start levitating in front of her.
