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There is an initial reaction of inquisitiveness as Aegis begins the talk by putting her hoof on him, a brow raised at the forthright nature of the gesture. He listens quietly to what she says as she addresses him, with nary a growl. Archer felt no animosity towards the strong mare, but little kindness. His only reaction is to squint a bit at the comment that they should get ready, as, whether intended to or not, it sounded like a command, and he wasn't hers to command. Regardless, it slides, and Archer would promptly move on towards his equipment.
Donning the equipment wasn't anything too special, of course, as after many years of fighting, gearing up was a routine he was accustomed to. This time, though, it carried some weight. Archer had been in his share of fights, and they always carried nerves. You never knew when an artillery round was going to hit you and that was that, you were going to be one of the unlucky ones that got blindsided by fate and there was nothing you could do about it. So, a feeling of dread when fighting was common. But this fight, this conflict, was like nothing he had ever seen. The scale of the engagement, the stakes, the emotion involved, every element was on overdrive and it was terrifying, and exhilarating at the same time.
His armor laid on the floor, ready to assemble. As he stepped into the legs, the suit recognized his bio-metric signature and began closing around him, encasing him in its protection. A final jolt down his back told him that the suit was connected and responding to his nervous system, and would move as he did.
As the helmet came on, it too whirred and beeped as it linked with the suit. Face panels clicked and bolts winded and locked, and his head was encased. A display reading data filled his vision, giving green lights for all systems. It would serve him well.
As for his weapons, a plasma cannon, charged and ready for action, was then mounted on his side. In his leg, a holdout plasma pistol awaited the call to acti