Cleric Occam gazed upward at Mister Lawrence with a strange look in his eyes... as if he was deciding whether or not to antagonize the larger human.
Likely unaware that he was the target of hostility, Lawrence dragged Lone out of the rock-circle... leaving Occam, the fallen Shatterspike... and the armored form of Seldin Korr who had stepped into the ring to examine it.
Shadow-black armor with silver trim. Asymmetrical helmet that covered her non-working eye. Dark green breechcloth. Similar to the Heavy Gunner, Seldin Korr also wore a full-metal set of armor-- though her set was far more intricate and elegant than the others.
Diamantia Krakhammer had likely figured that that particular set was to be made for a woman. Women seem to have some sort of... psychic link that made them do nice things for each other without asking.
It was yet another reason that Tycondrius was so wary when dealing with females.
Zenon - “By the Flame... is that guy invincible?”
Tycon - “Merely resilient... like a roach.”