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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. [color=8C6868]"I'd say smart and alive's better than brave and dead, ma'am,"[/color] 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.