The bullet shot through Kora's knee a split second before she detonated her ability. The impact and the sudden disruption of the integrity of the bones threw the knight off balance and she hit she floor, landing in a sprawled sitting-position a little way from where she'd been stood. 

It took a few moments for the pain to fully register itself apart from the impact of the fall, and when it did hit, it was pretty brutal. Kora looked to see the rather quickly-expanding puddle of red round her leg. Bright red. If she was a betting woman she'd probably say a ruptured femoral artery, which would probably give her about five minutes before things became very serious. 

For most people that would be the end of that as far as the fight went. 

Knight Norrevinter was definitely not most people. 

The red-haired woman gritted her teeth and reached her hands, now wrapped in the tattered remains of her gloves, over to tightly grasp the wound at both sides. 

This was most certainly going to hurt. 

Her hands gave a flash like welding torch.  Kora snarled out a curse and the air was filled with the stench of scorched flesh. When she removed her hands the skin was burned and the heavy bleed fused shut, cauterized by her over superheated hands. 

There weren't many things aside from fighting her ability was useful for, but that aspect did come in handy from time to time. Particularly when you found yourself always getting shot. 

With some effort the Knight rose to her feet, weighing her options. Putting any weight on her leg would hurt like crazy. Unless she turned the red-eye on. But if she did that she was pretty sure none of these people would walk out alive.. and ORIN has definitely specified minimal force. 

As it turned out, Kora's options would soon become even less extensive, as she  caught a shadow overhead. 

Combat training was pretty much muscle memory by that point in Kora's life and within moments she'd pressed her fingers against a pocket on her belt and released a combat knife from its sheath and into her right hand, which she swung up at speed and collided with the blade of her attacker. 

Her weight fell back onto her injured leg and Kora snarled in pain and anger. 
[color=ed1c24]"Why don't you ashrats ever mind your own damn business?! You have five seconds to get out of here or I'm going to unleash the fury of Odin on your unwashed ass!"[/color]

She threw her weight forward in order to force her opponent back and put some distance between them.
Whilst she was attempting to work out her next move, she heard ORIN speak up in her ear.
[color=0072bc]
"Switch to speaker."[/color]

[color=ed1c24]"Kind of busy here!"[/color]

[color=0072bc]"And you're about to lose the targets, activate the speaker."[/color]

Kora growled irritably but snapped a switch next to her hip with her free hand, activating a speaker hidden somewhere within her combat gear to broadcast the metallic voice of the Erubesco defence system over to the retreating for of Orion.

[color=0072bc]"Lazos. I'm sure on some level you are aware that Ingram has, at least, and open fracture and that without medical attention she will definitely die. Ultimately the choice is yours. Voluntarily submitting to arrest is likely to win you some leniency at trial. The Wasteland climate and distinct lack of sterile supplies is far less flexible in that regard."[/color]

ORIN spoke about the subject dispassionately; even though it was physically impossible for her to do otherwise of course, she felt very little investment on the eventual fate of the programmer. 

Back in the control room the woman took a sip of her cup of coffee and scrolled over the surveillance system momentarily whilst she awaited the response. 

She was, after all, only returning the favour of indifference. 
[color=0072bc]
"Surrender now and I'll dispatch a medic team immediately. Please give the offer proper consideration, in case you regret your choices later."
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