Aurora slammed her door open, barely careful enough not to rip it off the hinges.. again. She drifted to the armor stand where her bow, arrows, sword, and her armor. First, she pulled the armor off of the stand, the menacing black steel with blood red inlaid. It wasn’t a full set of armor; it was meant to go over the very leathers she was wearing. Quickly placing them on, she pulled the black sword and strapped it to her hip. Her obsidian bow went over her back where a small clip connected with the bow. The nasty barbed arrows hooked onto the back of her waist allowing her easy access to the projectiles.