platemail

platemail (uncountable)

1. Alternative form of plate mail.
   • 2005 January, “Prince of Persia: Warrior Within”, in Electronic Gaming Monthly, number 187, Ziff Davis Media Inc., →ISSN, page 126:

     Few women can wear skin-tight platemail, but on miniboss Shahdee here, it works.

   • 2014, Tim Hall, Shadow of the Wolf, Oxford, Oxon: David Fickling Books, →ISBN, page 382:

     An arrow had speared his leg, puncturing the platemail near his knee.

   • 2015, Jay Erickson, Blood Wizard Chronicles: Pariah, La Porte, Ind.: Halsbren Publishing, LLC, →ISBN, page 316:

     Platemail was too heavy and restricting, while most of the scalemail and chainmail was too rusted to move, not to mention the brown streaks it left across his skin.

   • 2015, Michael DeAngelo, “The Fall”, in Tales of Tellest, volume 1, [CreateSpace], →ISBN, page 363:

     He held the platemail before him and lifted his hand beneath it. A few moments later, a click reverberated from within. Almost immediately, two interlocking metal discs rotated from beneath the armor, locking into place within each circle.

   • 2015, Mark Lawrence, The Liar’s Key (The Red Queen’s War; 2), London: Harper Voyager, →ISBN, page 161:

     Next to me is a huge warrior in battered platemail, heavy-duty stuff fashioned in the old style from black iron.

   • 2016, Adrian Selby, Snakewood, London: Orbit, →ISBN, page 413:

     They were Reds; shields and platemail and a two-hander, Kigan knowing some heavies would test us what used only the broadsword.

   • 2017, Alex Marshall [pseudonym; Jesse Bullington], A War in Crimson Embers, London: Orbit, →ISBN, page 451:

     The downed squid-dragon was just ahead now, the biggest one he’d ever seen just lying there in the middle of the battlefield, but between him and his quarry half a dozen Tothans had surrounded a ten-foot-tall, ox-faced wildborn laden with iron platemail, blue streamers flying from its horns.

   • 2021, Patricia A. Jackson, Forging a Nightmare, London: Angry Robot, →ISBN, page 66:

     Outside, Michael shrugged against the stiff shoulders of his jousting gambeson, opting to leave his platemail in the trunk.