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[@VitoftheVoid][@thewizardguy][@irishangelqueen][/center]

All this talk of corpses being raided set a gross, clammy feeling brewing in Orion's gut. Would they try to tear him apart, too? Cut him open while he was still bleeding and search his insides for precious metals to trade? Or eat him? He had heard of Ashlanders eating people. On the plus side, the only person who probably cared was Mitch, and she wouldn't see. 

Though he could see the tabloid title: [i]Where are they now? Washed-up Steelhunter becomes the hunted![/i] Presumably, there would be a drone picture of him roasting over a fire. Maybe with an apple photo-editied into his mouth.

He shook the thought off and kept walking, giving a vague wave of thanks to the shifter apparently named Rogue Nightmare.
[color=8C6868]"Thank you for the offer, but [i]nobody[/i] is dying here, and I'm not going with anyone that cannot manage to carry me back to-"[/color] Before he could finish the sentence, the sound of someone making an honest effort to do just that sounded behind him. 

He turned to face the night, and instinctively threw out his forearm to deflect her before she could make contact with him head-on. She felt warm to the touch- Not dangerously so, but enough that he took a step back. The polyester fabric of his shirt melted where she made contact, sticking to his arm like a candy wrapper on the bottom of the frying pan. 

If this was her warning shot, she had a serious heat-inducing gift. 

[color=8C6868]"Back down, soldier. I don't want to kill a brave woman of the Crown."[/color]