How Annika came by this information was beyond the Knight's understanding, but he knew she was telling the truth. 

"Bastards," Orion spat, blood boiling. He served the aristocracy, but it always enraged him on how many of them treated their lessers. After a few moments of deliberation, he said neutrally. "Confessor, I've insulted the Duke," Before continuing on planning how to best disobey his directives. 

"We can do little at the moment unless we get the door open," He began, wondering if he should break it down. That was, until footsteps were heard from the outside. Like a predator, Orion's entire body was suddenly focused, his eyes changing to deadly intensity. He held out two fingers and waved them to the left as his eyes were on the door, and Annika didn't need to read his mind to know that he was directing them to move out of sight. 

He went right, moving nimbly for his size as he vaulted one of the larger chairs and disappeared behind a curve in the wall. It was at that moment the sliding door was unlocked, and it slid open for two of the Dukes Praetorian Guard to enter, confusion marring their faces when they couldn't see where their "guests" were. Orion moved like a hunting cat, easily leaving cover and leaping to land behind them. 

The first has his helmet taken off and was knocked unconscious by a well aimed blow to the back of the skull. The next one tried to get his polearm in line, but the pity about long hafted weapons was that they were slow to bear, and Orion's arms suddenly surrounded his neck, the knight's bicep pressing into his throat as he slowly squeezed the man. After a few moments of struggle, he was out cold as well. 

"Why not just kill them?" Ragnar asked as Orion eased the man down. 

"They're soldiers of the Empire." He answered sternly. "Sister, do you know of where we can go?" 
[@Penny]