The Fire

You pull the suit of armor up until it stands upright. It feels like it weighs 100 pounds. The cold, thick steel is strong and heavy in your hands. You take your time, carefully putting one foot after the other into the sabatons, buckling up the greaves, strapping on the cuisses, squeezing your head into the helm, pulling up the vambraces, putting on the gauntlets, and, finally, snapping on the breastplate. After all of that work, you have finally put on the suit of armor. There is just one little problem.

You cannot move. Well, you technically can, but just not the armor along with you. You cannot manage to take even one step. There is no way that you can walk toward the fire in the ponderous suit of armor.