The dress was snug, but she could get it on. Stephanie walked over to the mirror and looked at herself in it. The skirt reached to about her knee and the neck line didn't reveal much. Not that the teenager had that much to reveal. She modeled a few poses
from cute to coy to sultry and she hoped seductive. Her eyes kept going back to the single adornment on the toga; a broach of a Scottish Great Claymore and shield. Had she not been the child of history and trivia buffs and Scottish heritage gurus she would
have known that the emblem was Scottish from watching Braveheart way too many time with the first asshole, the one who got her pregnant. She reached up and grabbed the broach.
She felt the surge of power, her body from her jawline to her wrist and ankles were engulfed in a skin tight chainmail catsuit, knee high leather boots with armor plates riveted to them enclosed her lower legs, leather and plate gauntlets encased her lower
arms, a breast plate that was a perfect copy of her naked chest appeared peaking behind a leather great kilt that wrapped her torso and waist, and a Vendel helmet appeared on her head. She looked down to see dagger in the belt, a shield hanging at her side,
and in the mirror she saw the sword's handle sticking out behind her.
"I must say you look rather ravishing!" a male voice came from no where.
Stephanie spun around and around looking for where the voice came from.
"Please stop that," the voice commanded, "I'm in the helmet and you are making me sick. Just look at the mirror."
Stephanie did as instructed and in the mirror was a man who looked half out of old greek art and half out of a modern action film.
"Yes, you don't know what deal I had to make with Hephestus to have this made. But I must say, you wear it rather well."
"What do you want?" Stephanie asked.
"Do you know who Boudica was?" Ares asked.
"Warrior Queen," Stephanie pulled the trivia card from the back of her head, "Pre-roman, curb stomped Roman invasions."
"Something like that," Ares said, "Well I hope you feel honored because she begged me to bring you two together."
"What?" Stephanie asked.
"This is the armor that was made for her," Ares smiled, "and in once and future king fashion she has chosen you to help her rule the battle field once more."
"Wait." Stephanie gasped, "What did I get my self into?"
"We have been watching you, and you were chosen to help her," Ares said with a shrug, "She wants to help you defie the barriers being slammed in your face. I tried to explain to her that there were no more roman invasions for you two to 'curb stomp' but
she is insistent."
"So this armor is magic?"
"Magic, haunted, what ever you want to call it. Right now there are three spirits in this helment, you me and Boudica. Listen to her and she will guide you."
"Wait," Stephanie shouted, "what about the armor?"
"The conversation is entirely in your head, there is no need to shout. Look as time goes on the armor will change to suit both your tastes and the modern battlefield. When not needed it will return its self to the broach. When needed it will spring forth
automatically. For right now all the strength of a dozen amazons are held in the armor, but the longer you wear it that strength and power will seep into you."
"So I'm like Steel now?" Stephanie was still trying to grasp what she had been given.
"Magical, not technological."