Genovefa smiled, her plan had worked, now all she had to do was ready her self for the escape.
The armory was cold and dark with only a single torch for light.
As they rounded a conner Genovefa layed her eyes on the most exquisite panoply see had ever seen, a shineing breast plate of bronze, and the helmet had wings of sliver.
She dressed quickly in the torchlight, as the dusk and the finale step approached.
From her on there plan was much less detailed, with blood and iron they would battle there way to the outside of the walls and split up.