Rhyderi nodded in agreement and then began to remove some of his armor. There were loud clattering sounds as he removed the chest plates and leg plating, placing them in a pile on the lawn. He rubbed his joints and wriggled about, as if warming up.
“So, unarmed close-combat? Try not to go too rough, I bruise easily.” He chuckled. “I’ll hold back, but I’m fully expecting you to kick my ass.”