ScoundrelQueen

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Hey all! Orion doesn't have much to get up to at this second, so feel free to post around me.

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I'm just garbage. You don't have to bother asking to skip me in the future ^.^

But I'm back stateside with a real computer, now. So things should be good. Never go to the rural bits of the Czech Republic, if you value anything working consistently ever.

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@VitoftheVoid@thewizardguy@TechnoWizROK

The muffled sound of projectiles firing off registered to Orion only after the Knight shrieked. The shots that she sheltered from pinged off of his body with a metallic shhnk, ricocheting to either side of him with no particular urgency. Another voice was on the scene not a moment later, but Orion had no chance to assess the threat. He jerked his hand back as if stung and released the Knight at the sudden burst of heat, which had turned his palm a dull, faintly glowing red.

A spray of steam, hot air, and dust grazed his body without the same immediate pain, but the heat of it was like an open oven door. There was a thunk as something landed near his feet, and it took only a second to realize it was a grenade. It took another two to process that this was not the sort of open melee qualifier he was used to.

Another one to say, "shit," and the same second to realize that the stakes had escalated to the point where he had no clever quips left to make. There were three people, the past six seconds had become a blur, and there was a blinking grenade on the ground about to strike someone who could not run away. There was no winner, here. Just people who could die, or not die.

An experienced soldier could have weighed his options in those short few breaths, and likely decided that the most beneficial course of action was to back up, let the others have their fight, and make off while there was a good chance to flee. Someone less used to fighting and taking risks may have just run out of being overwhelmed.

Orion, however, was neither used to high stakes nor conditioned to flinch when afraid.

So he did, as Mitch would lovingly call it, "some stupid, stupid hero-complex shit," that clearly showed his "boneheaded determination to get killed for literally nothing."

He turned with amazing speed for someone of his weight, and in one move shoved the Knight forward onto the ground and dropped onto his elbows and knees above her as the grenade gave its last beep. The heat of her body was sweltering underneath him, but the split-second choice had not left him much opportunity to consider the consequences.

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I'm gonna rattle off a post in the morning! The hotel I'm on rn has phenomenal Wi-Fi:D

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@VitoftheVoid@thewizardguy

The heat from the Knight's grasp began traveling up Orion's arm and across his body, the conductive nature of his form distributing the warmth so that any of his surface area would likely be too hot for someone without a heat gift to grasp. The temperature, though increasingly worrisome, did not cause too much panic.

Tungsten carbide had a very, very high melting point.

She couldn't reach it. Probably. Maybe. Unless she wasn't alone. Or he couldn't shake her off. Or-

Well, any number of things. It didn't do well to feel cocky among members of the Royal military. "I'd say smart and alive's better than brave and dead, ma'am," he quipped back.

In any other situation, Orion would have just lifted his arm above his head and waited for her to drop. However, 'any other situation' did not involve a 6'6" Nordic woman with a wingspan that could probably hug an ox. Or the being under arrest bit.

Or the life-or-death factor. But this was not 'any other.'

He swung with his free arm to draw attention, and at the same time twisted about the arm she was grasping to try and find purchase in gripping her back as far up her forearm as he could. His knee came up for her side directly following his first swing, trying to take advantage of whatever lack of mobility he could cost her.

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Alright. Internet is hella patchy on my life, but I want to keep up. So. Here's my plan.

If it goes more than 24 hours between posts, I'll have Orion pass out from dehydration. He's been in a hole for three days with limited water and now he's exerting. So hella possible.

That's my plan ^.^

And if it goes like two and I haven't KO'd him, assume my internet is hell and gone, someone can just say it. He suddenly shifted back into flesh, and hit the dirt. Is that ok?

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@thewizardguy Are you okay with me trying to keep up via half-assed mobile posts, or should I just KO? I've been avoiding it because I didn't want to annoy people. But I don't mind if you guys don't. I'm going to be about two hours or so right now because I was just called into stuff, but I'll be free after.

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Word word. I can keep up if you don't mind then short and type-errored. I only get Wi-Fi in the market here and it's a bit odd to roll up with my laptop by the produce.

Or if you all would rather, I can just post an opening for a KO. Up to you all. I'm out here just living the patchy internet dream. :D

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I can throw up a post pretty quick. I'm in a good patch right now, but it's been a shitshow since I got here.

Unless y'all are ok with patchy mobile posts. If you all can look past type errors, I can get over my ego.

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@thewizardguy Hey, sorry. I took off to a part of the world with worse internet than I bargained for, and I only get messenger feeds consistently.

If you can wait approximately an hour, I can have his power glitch from a spasm and he can be n for whoever to sneak a KO shot. Or if you have a plan, go for it. I'm going to be stuck in Wi-Fi limbo on and off for a few more days while this hotel allegedly fixed it.