The Knight's strike collided with Orion at considerable speed, a fiery punch that would have to most anyone else left them sprawling and scorched on the ground. Instead however Kora felt the unpleasant crunch of her middle knuckle splintering into a fracture as it impacted with the solid tungsten carbide of Orion's forearm.  She hissed out a curse from the corner of her mouth before sweeping her other hand up to grab hold of his upper arm. This was going to be no simple task, but she was happy to be in it for the long haul if necessary. 

[color=ed1c24]"If I were scared of that happening, I wouldn't be brave now, would I?"[/color] she responded with a grim smirk.

The man was a fortress. This was siege warfare. All she had to do was wear it down. If he started to buckle under the heat, he'd give up. The trick was going to be keeping hold of this walking tank long enough to do that.

This was going to be fun.