Shaking Blaise's hand off once more, I spin around to remove my breastplate. My fingers are steady despite the injury, which I'm grateful for because I don't want to make a fool of myself in front of the two wankers. Annoyed, I toss the leather aside, then undo the shoulder holster that held the armor in place. I strip it off and carelessly let it fall to the floor. With one hand, I tuck my wand into the waistband of my cargo pants while simultaneously using my teeth to undo the straps on my forearm holster. A few seconds later, it's hurled across the room as well.