The Witch quickly got changed, and Wolfe adjusted [Detect Hidden] to assess her curves. He had just the right outfit in mind for an armour spell, one that would be both moderately publicly acceptable and still embarrassing enough that he would smile at the thought every time it came into his head.
"Close your eyes. I want this to be a surprise. The others can explain how the spell worked, or you can examine that amulet I'll make for you once it's complete." Wolfe instructed the Witch as he finished his visualization.
Once he was certain that it would look right on her body shape, Wolfe got to work. A hunter needed a Hunter's outfit. Wolfe had seen just the right one on a mechanic's shop wall when he was younger, and the image stuck in his mind.
Skin-tight camo leggings with boots, a black sports bra and a short camo hoodie that couldn't possibly button closed given its size. None of it would interfere with her work, as an Air Magic layer would cover her whole body invisibly, and the hoodie wasn't actually necessary, as the armour would adjust to the required temperature, but the outfit wouldn't look right without it.
He couldn't use Earth Magic to get green, so Wolfe had to improvise with a variety of grays that looked like the bark of the oak trees in the forest to make the proper pattern.
Once he was done, he smiled in satisfaction and called out to the volunteer.
"Alright, you can open your eyes and come back outside. Everyone, please feast your eyes on the new Patrol Uniform, Snow Demon Edition." Wolfe announced, bringing everyone's attention to the shop doors.
"What the hell is this? Did you turn me into a pinup girl off a novelty calendar?" She shouted from inside the building.
"Yes, I did. Now, come out here and show everyone how good it looks. That is a five-layered Armour spell, and it will take a direct hit from nearly anything, up to and including a Rank Three Magical Beast." Wolfe replied.
She stomped outside to give Wolfe a piece of her mind, completely forgetting that there were over a hundred people here watching, including most of her patrol team.
Whistles and cheers filled the air as she stepped out into the street, and the Witch glared at her neighbours and teammates.
"Is this all a joke to you?" She demanded, gesturing to her outfit.
"Try getting hit. All the exposed skin is covered in Air Magic, and it will even filter the air you breathe, so you don't need to worry about smoke or toxic gas. I know that's a real danger, given how poorly some Witches cook." Wolfe laughed.
One of the men from the patrol team turned to Wolfe with a huge smile.
"How much will it cost to get similar outfits made for all the Witches on the team?" He asked.
"From me? Not much. But you should likely take into consideration what they'll do to you for suggesting it. That armour is so much better than what they have that the temptation to wear it no matter what it looks like will be very strong." Wolfe replied.
The Witch beside him placed her hands on his shoulders and frog-marched him to where Wolfe was standing.
"If you're making armour for the ladies, surely you can make something appropriate for the cavemen that we have to patrol with, right?" She asked.
Wolfe smirked. "Cave men, you say? I think that I can do something for them."
The patrolman had clearly spent his whole life training, as most men in the profession would have, so he was quite well muscled, in a much stockier way than Wolfe was. But Wolfe could see that it was well-defined muscle, so he waved his hand at the guard.
"Go ahead and strip to your skivvies. Either here or in the shop, both are fine by me. I will make you a new set of patrol armour."
The man laughed and made his way to the empty shop where the last Witch had changed, then quickly did as instructed.
"Alright, Mister Demon, let's see what you've got."
The Witches were all giving Wolfe a pleading look, and he could see some crossed fingers as they hoped for something good to even the score.
Wolfe went for black leather pants and boots with crossed bandoliers over his chest covered in military-standard attachment points for the man to hang spare magazines and gear. Then he gave him a white fur codpiece attached to a belt with a sword scabbard designed for the regular issue blade and a pair of leather bracers with fur trim.
"Alright, come on out. Let the witches see their favourite caveman." Wolfe laughed.
"This can't possibly be armour. It doesn't even have a shirt." The man called back, making the Witches exchange eager smiles.
"It's magic. It doesn't need a shirt. The spell covers your whole body. It will also keep you warm, so there's no need for a coat. The last one was just for fashion. Now get out here and let them see what we're working with."
The guard walked out to jeers and catcalls while the Witch who had put him up to it in the first place dragged him to the middle of the road so everyone could get a good look.
"He even put on webbing for all your gear, a scabbard for your sword, spare magazine holders for the automatic rifle. You know, for all its barbarian look, this is actually a rather functional outfit." She decided.
"It still needs a shirt." He complained.
"Even Maria only got a sports bra, for modesty's sake. Why would you expect a full shirt?" The witch teased him.
"If you don't want it, I'll wear it." A huge man standing by the blacksmith's forge laughed.
He had been inside getting some tools fixed when all the commotion started and only came out when it sounded like things were getting interesting.
The witch in Wolfe's new armour laughed. "You're not even on the patrol teams. What would you need military-grade armour for?"
The big man shrugged. "Bees?"
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