Orion's blood ran cold, hot, and then felt as if it had drained from his body entirely. Mitch was out of reach. He turned around to face the voice, set the bottle down on a ledge, and brought his hands up above his head. 

[color=8C6868]"I'm putting my hands up,"[/color] he said, though not exactly to the Knight whose form now took up most of the doorway, [color=8C6868]"I have my hands up, and I'm going to come forward for arrest. Dr. Ingram is back at our camp. She's waiting on me."[/color] 

He took a step forward, and his boot knocked against a shard of rubble on the ground. Mitch, pressed between the cabinets, seized the moment to cock her gun. 

One sound did not cover the other, and there was a split second where Orion forgot to breath. And then Mitch breathed just a bit too loudly.  

Orion lunged at the Knight; two-hundred-thirty pounds of living cells shifting into a far heavier mass of steel alloy in midair, branching out from a pendant around his neck and spreading to swallow up his entire form in just under a second. He shattered the floor where he landed. 

Mitch popped up, invisible and only shaking some, to fire off three rounds toward where she knew the door to be.