Attack? So soon? She hoped to have at least some time to get used to all these new things around... She sighed, it was always like this. Fate rarely gave her an opportunity to acclimate. Most of the time, it just threw her into the water and watch her drowning. He is was son of bitch, this fate.
Lilian slightly looked at her helmet before putting it on. It was create to remind a moth´s head and it looked a kind of cute, in an abominable manner. She liked it.
Armoured up, she only needed a weapon. Honestly, Lilian had no idea what kind of weapon should she take. She never actually used anything deadlier than a teaser. Her usual way of fighting was to aim low and run fast.
 She just stopped for the while, looking at the weapon cabinet look women in her age usually did at cloth stores.
Should she pick a sword? No, too chliché. Axe? No, she is no woodcutter. Morningstar? She would probably hit herself with the spiky thing. Dagger? Only idiot would take dagger into swordfight. Bow? Pointless, she had a gun. 
Only thing that really took her attention was the mace. She expected something heavy and brutal that would be probably be a wet dream of every metalist from northern Europe, but what she saw a surprisingly elegant weapon. It was a hammer, with rather small head and with haft so long that it almost looked like a some kind of polearm, or polemace, to be accurate. She immediately fell in love with it. She picked it up and sprinted to the helicopter. Others was surely waiting just for her.