Willow found no issue with picking out equipment from the pile. Being one of the larger mice in the group, she moved to the front with relative ease, and cast a careful eye over the gear. She put a foot down on the head of her hammer and reached down, pulling up a pair of thick metal gloves. Gauntlets. They were splinted- her father had made them before and she recognised them. There was a metal 'spine' that ran down it, which the rest of the armour was then attached to. 

They fit on her paws relatively well, but then she spotted something a bit more useful. A helmet. Mice didn't tend to wear these, but there was no denying that a gnasher would have a harder time of it when you had good steel around your skull. She would have taken a buckler that she had also seen in the pile, but that had been snatched up. Oh well.

When all that was done, she picked her axe up again, giving her helmet a quick rap with her new gauntlets to make sure it was all fitted at least [i]somewhat[/i] well. 

She ended up in the elevator next to a large mouse carrying a sword and shield, and a shorter one with a spear. "'areful. 'ou 'ould poke me eye out wit dat."

[@Vietmyke]