Matching her natural, fierce beauty, her armor stood out in its regal, immaculate form. It was clear that it wasn't just any ordinary armor for any ordinary chump; the streaks of fine crimson that ran along the regal surface of the protective attire coalesced into the sigil she bore on her chest--the head of an eastern dragon, not roaring, but simply smiling calmly.
It was underneath this splendid armor that she wore somewhat baggy, silky fabric of a reddish-orange shade, mimicking the scales that possessed in reality as a design of its own, accompanied by lavish accents.
Awesome! Awesome! Awesome! I thought Sora's armor was cool, but this is something else! It's like a legendary set you'd have a one-percent chance to find when beating an ultra-difficult raid boss! Ren thought.
