Yes, Darren didn't wear the typical armor worn by Greeks, or Romans for that matter. Instead he chose armor that is mostly made of leather and is lightweight making it easier for him to move around his opponent preferring speed to brute strength. The armor does cover his entire body though complete with a hood, making it look as though he is some sort of white and orange thief, which he of course finds quite amusing. Sure, he stuck out in a crowd but he had faith in his skills and wasn't one to go into a fight planning on losing; that only brought about defeat even quicker. Shaking the thought of defeat off he finished lacing up his boots and looked around for his partner.
Someone named Red, weird name but if definitely wasn't the oddest he's heard. Kid was supposed to be a son of Pyriphlegethon or whatever. If Darren remembered right, and he never did, he was supposed to be a River God of some sort, at least the Greek version was which probably meant the Roman version wasn't. Any who, he thought, getting back on track Darren was surprised he didn't see the other guy of anyone for that matter anywhere. Strapping his sword hilt on and placing his two daggers on their sheaths by his ankles he was ready to go. Whoever the two he and his partner were supposed to be fighting he had a feeling they were going down. He thought grinning to himself as he walked out of the locker room and into a hallway, right into someone.