He was a huge man, nearly splitting out of his black armor.

In their black armor, they were merely a set of moving shadows among many.

Which was now blocked by huge figures in black armor, holding weapons he'd never seen.

I had to find my way past that black armor.

But then, he hadn't been wearing pointy black armor, either.

His black armor was covered in blood and gray dust.

Althalus looked more closely at the man in black armor.

They had not worn their black armor on that chase.

The snazzy black armor of her computer was on the floor.

She remembered even the black armor, and her reluctance to wear it.