This got extra complicated extra fast. The woman was-- kind of familiar?-- waving some strange contraption at them like it lent her demand some kind of power, even though Will was far safer with them up off the floor. As soon as Wicked was with Antony on the platform, he pulled her protectively behind him. He was the one wearing armor, after all. To the explorers, it looked like some kind of thick, felted material overlaid with a wide, woven wood fiber as a breastplate, with leather straps wound around any exposed, sensitive areas; his wrists, ankles and neck. Most curiously, the man seemed to have found himself an outsized pair of jeans, belted on with another leather thong and wrapped tightly up to his knees.
The next foolish wanderer to join them-- whatever that was-- also brandished one of those contraptions that-- Kitty, was that Kitty?-- held, but Antony was far more disturbed by his devilish appearance. What the-- where was Will going? Didn't he see that thing? Before it could do any damage, Antony leveled his crossbow at it and let loose an arrow.