Knowing she was about to throw herself once more into the fight, the paladin began unbuckling the hardness that secured the breastplate she wore. She had been working on this for a few days now and the need for better fortification was needed. As her breastplate fell away a shimmering force of shining metal appeared surrounding her upper torso, her shoulders, her hands and her lower legs. The armor crafted from the purity of the paladin's soul shone softly in the lights of her gnomish friends spell. We must go save anymore captives these vile creatures have imprisoned.
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