Inside the armory room, Roger glanced at the weapon racks and the armor suits hanging across the stone wall. After he got dressed in his white shirt and blue jeans, the girls suggested he should find a fitting armor suit to wear. No bulletproof vest or knee plates could prevent a monster from separating his body in half.

So far, Roger didn't find what he liked. All the equipment was a variety of giant armor bikinis with armor plates and metal gauntlets. He wouldn’t fit in any of them, nor he would wear them because a man in a bikini would look terrifying. Why did the Cerberus think he could wear their outfits?

Behind him, the wooden door knocked.

“You can come in,” said Roger.

Katina, Labda, and Cilla pushed the tall door open and stepped into the large chamber. They wore a white toga, exposing their muscular arms and legs. Tight, but not tight enough to hold in their large cleavage. Their hairs were back in fashion too. Labda tied her hair back to a ponytail, and Cilla tied her hair back to pigtails. Katina’s bladed mohawk appeared to look sharper and thick than before.

“We found this for you outside.” Cilla held up a bronze muscle cuirass with a dark brown leather skirt. “It is a Spartan armor suit. Super strong!”

Roger took the suit and smiled at it. “I guess this will do. Where did you get it?”

“A stupid Spartan tried to sneak through the gate,” Katina explained. “So, we killed him.”

Roger raised an eyebrow. “Was he bad?”

The Cerberus shrugged their shoulders.

“Bad or good, it was our job to protect the gate,” said Labda. “We warned him to leave, but he wouldn’t listen. We did give him an honorable duel to the death. He was a good warrior, and we respected him.”

Katina rolled her eyes. “I still gave no damn to him.”

Roger removed his shirt and placed the cuirass on. It fit on him perfectly, as if someone crafted it for him. Maybe his V-shaped athletic form was just the right size for the ancient Greek suit. "This feels okay."

Cill giggled. "I think it makes you look sexy. Hehehe!"

"Whatever!" Katina blushed too, although she looked away, looking annoyed.

"You should remove your pants too," Labda suggested. "It will help you move fast in battle."

Roger glanced down, noticing his jeans were standing out beneath his skirt. “Would that leave my legs unprotected?”

“You can wear these too.” Labda dropped two armor greaves and gauntlets. “The helmet is missing, but those should do. Your boots are fine too.”

“Okay.” After Roger took off the suit, he unbuckled his belt but paused when he noticed the girls stood in front of him. “Can you please….. Step out for a moment.”

“Why? We saw you nude before,” said Katina, crossing her arms.

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“But-”

“Grrrrrrrrr! Just change already!”

Roger almost fell when he got startled. But he turned around and pulled his pants off quickly, leaving his boxer shorts on.

“Hehehe! You got a cute butt,” Cilla teased.

Roger ignored her as he slid the cuirass back on. Then he equipped the greaves, the gauntlets, and his boots.

Labda grinned. “Now you look like a hoplite warrior.”

“A sexy hoplite warrior,” Cilla chuckled.

Katina snarled at her two heads. “Oh, please!”

Roger stared at the weapon rack. “So what weapon can I use? I don’t see any guns here.”

“What the hell do you think we are? Primitives?”

Roger glared at Katina.

“Hades gave us whatever he can provide for us,” Labda explained. “Our weapons may seem primitive to you, but they are the only assets we have.” She pointed her claw toward the center rack. “I suggest you should use a xiphos sword and an aspis shield.”

Roger shrugged and grabbed the two recommended assets. He swung the double edge blade around. Very light and swift. His shield was light too, equipped on his right lower arm. “I never used a sword before…..” He held the blade up. “But it will do.”

“We can teach you on our journey,” said Labda.

Katina shook her head. “Hell no! That will only slow us down!”

Labda glared into Katina’s eyes. “He will slow us down if he can’t fight back. It won’t take long.”

“It better not!” Katina pointed her claw at Roger. “And I will not go easy on you! If you can’t beat us, you are better off dead!”

Roger glared. “Well, I’m not ready to die yet. But I will be ready for a challenge.”

Cilla giggled. “You are the best, Roger.”

“Not if I can kick his ass,” said Katina with a soft chuckle.

“We should equip ourselves too." Labda untied her toga, letting it drop to the floor.

Roger's face suddenly turned red while his eyes glued on the Cerberus's nude beefy voluptuous body. He couldn't help it. "Uhhhh….. I'm still inside the chamber."

"You saw us naked before too," Katina stated. "Stop being a wimp!"

Roger watched the Cerberus approach their hanging suits on the wall. While glancing, his eyes fell to their large peach-shaped buttocks, covered in smooth brown fur.

Wow…..

Katina turned her head toward him like an owl. “Are you staring at our ass?”

Roger quickly turned away. “No! Uhhhh….. I was waiting!”

Cilla giggled. “It’s okay. Our butt is cute too.”

Katina snarled at her. “Don’t give him ideas. He still needs to prove himself worthy.”

Roger crossed his arms. “Is killing the Cetus not worthy enough for me?”

Katina grunted. “There are stronger fouls down here. I only fascinate men who are strong.”

“I like passionate men!” Cill explained.

“And smart ones,” Labda added. “You can turn around now.”

Roger glanced back toward them.

This time the Cerberus wore a chain-mail bikini, spiked collars around their necks, gauntlets, and armor shoulder plates with three spikes on each one. Sexy, but less protective than their other armor suit.

"What do you think?" With her hands behind Labda's head, Cilla rocked her hips back and forth. She flexed her muscles next, posing as if the three-headed girl was at a fitness competition.

Rogar suspected Cilla was flirting with him, but it didn't turn him off at all. "You look great….. All three of you."

"You bet your ass we do!" Katina chuckled.

Labda grabbed two big large makhaira swords. They looked like giant silver knives with single cutting edges. Maybe sharp enough to cut through a tree.

"These will do." Labda placed the swords in two sheaths on her back. "We should be ready now."

Roger placed his sword and shield on his back. "Definitely."

Whatever was on the other side of the gate, it will prepare Roger for combat with the beautiful Cerberus by his side.