The hippogriff can hear the pony’s voice from inside “Coming!” and a few seconds later the door opens “Oh. Hey there Vindicar.”
"Good to hear that." Vindicar stands, holding the largest part of his armor. "Bring on the pump then?"
"Oh! Right." He runs into his workshop and after a minute gets out, dragging behind him a yellow, wheeled tank, around his own size. "Alright, this is quite a powerful one, but I can set it to around same power as the cheaper and more portable ones." He looks at the armor "Alright, hold it up, and try to spread it open, like if you were wearing it. I guess when alone you’d need to use a hanger or something to keep it that way."
"I guess so," birdpony spreads his foreclaws as wide as he can. "Just try not to blow me away as well."
The stallion laughs and says “If it was THIS strong, I would never be able to hold it up!” after which he turns on the contraption, a loud noise coming from the machine, as a powerful stream of air blows from the hose. He brings it to the armor and slowly goes up and down along it, trying to blow over all of it. Twice.