[ Indeed, it does sound weird. She leans forward, studying the girl's features with a rustle of her plate armor, but she huffs, and crosses her arms. ]

Very well. If it is the way your world works, I will adapt to it as I always do. A good smith can make weapons or armor that are fit to use, [ she then presses a hand against her armored chest, almost too happy to show the ornate lines weaved over it. ] my armor and weapons were crafted by the royal smiths that aided Barbarossa himself, and bound for any of the crusades in the future against any of the monsters that may appear!

I do not fear death but dishonor and humiliation. I will fight and win in this, as I always do.