With deft hands and feet, he stripped the armor and clothes from the body of a fallen Kantadar Cavalryman, and Leon, without a change in his expression, donned the equipment that had been pilfered from the dead.
With Azeryan's help, he neatly arranged the various connections of the armor upon himself.
After adjusting his arm armor and shin armor, Leon bent down to pick up his longbow and secured the cavalry saber at his waist, kicked his boots to make sure they were snug, and finally raised his hand to click the faceplate of his helmet into place.
He turned around to look at his companions who had already changed into their armor.
Enshrouded by faceplates and helmets, Azeryan and Lokhak were indistinguishable from the outside.
At this moment, as long as they didn't lift the barbute characteristic of the Kantadar army, they looked no different from those other men.
