Uthlar, already inside the armory, was picking out his weapons. His eyes squinted at one particular weapon. As he paced towards it, he seemed to smile at its cosmetic design to the weapon. It was two axes, you see, the handle being wrapped around in a sliver-like grip holding. The gripping had shined out from the light of the torch's, catching his eye. The flat of the blade polished to a point where you can see a distinct reflection of yourself from it, and the edge of the ax curved towards the top, where the tip of the ax lay also sharped. The axes length would be about 2 and a half feet tall.
	Uthlar shifted his eyes vigilantly as he saw other students come in, and reached out to grab the two axes. As he clutched the ax tightly, he felt the weight of the axes, fearing it might be heavy. Instead, he lifted the ax in a light manner, like it weighed perfect for him. 
	Uthlar's smile widened at the sight as he lifted it up and down. When he was finished, he turned on his heels and started to walk towards the sheaths were and found the one where he can put the axes on. He strapped down to a thigh sheath, resembling something like a holster ( to you people reading), and there where the axes. He was then suited in a chain mail coating to cover his body, after that, he donned a fur coat that sunk towards his knees, the animal was a mix of bear and other wild hunted creatures, all sown together, then seemed to be dipped in tar. He strap a knee brace lined with a thin slate of copper, tied loose enough for his joints to go in a normal manner.
	Finally, he quickly walked towards a Aspis leaned on a rack below spears and other assortments of weapons, Uthlar  gripped the top of it, to sling it to his back, where his sheath for it was there. The Aspis was a double layer shield, not meant for heavy combat, but could do very well against archers. The first layer being made of Redwood, the second layer being a thing slate of iron. The iron was to protect it's user from any ax or sword thrown or hit at him that would possibly break the wood.
	Uthlar seemed to be curious on what is happening, as he only heard the words "fight" in his mind, so he went over towards the nearest person he could find, and ask the person,
 " Any idea on what's happening here?"