Orion has no idea what to do. He still doesn't arm himself out of a mixture of fear and determination, but that leaves him with little to do in reaction but raise his arms defensively and try to get out of the way. Unfortunately, he's still limping, and he doesn't have the nerves built up to handle himself calmly while being attacked.
He manages to shield his head only by the virture of getting his forearm in between it and the hammer. His plating is tough, but the hit sends him staggering and jolts his already wounded shoulder.
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Orion has no idea what to do. He still doesn't arm himself out of a mixture of fear and determination, but that leaves him with little to do in reaction but raise his arms defensively and try to get out of the way. Unfortunately, he's still limping, and he doesn't have the nerves built up to handle himself calmly while being attacked.
He manages to shield his head only by the virture of getting his forearm in between it and the hammer. His plating is tough, but the hit sends him staggering and jolts his already wounded shoulder.
"Please. Don't." It's all he can think of to say.