 Escapee from Azkaban
Orion fell silent, listening to everyone's talking. He glanced around, noticing that Jakob and Elizabeth had finally talked, and Jon, too, then blinked at Jakob. He looked so.. sleepy. Orion tried to move, trying to get to Jakob to wake him up so he wouldn't be so vulnerable, but it wasn't working. All the struggling to get up made him bump his numb arm, a searing pain riffling through his arm, and across his back, making him tense up and wince, closing his eyes.
He readjusted his leg, after the pain had gone down, only to send more pain up across his legs and hips. He bit down on his lip, making it bleed a bit, but didn't notice. His gash on his forehead had started to bleed again, but again, he didn't pay any attention. His mind was half on Jakob and half on what Elizabeth was saying, when he suddenly focused on what she was saying about rust.
He sat up rather quickly, scrunching his face in the pain, but then turned to Nicholas. "Water.. water and sunlight makes metal rust," he said, rather quickly. He pointed to the small bathroom with buckets and flashlights. "I have an idea," he said, over the pounding of the suits of armor. He nodded towards the fireplace, then took out some matches. "Someone light the fire. We need a hammer, which I think Hoxac loves, so he probably has a dozen of tools in the bathroom. We could fill up the buckets of water, just in case we need them," he said, not sure if he was making sense. "If someone would help me up, I'll start working on taking the water pipe out of the wall. Once we have the water pipe, we could turn on the faucet, spraying the suits of armor with water. Of course.. it wouldn't work if they were infront of us.." he got up eventually, leaning on the couch for support, then shaking his head. "We need maybe one or two people to distract the suits of armor. We.. could push the couch infront of them, pinning to the wall. I expect that would leave them stunned for a few seconds, long enough for the person or people to run down the hall, and make noise. We would sneak up behind them, call out, and once they turned around, spray them. Then someone else could take a torch, and flame those son of the *******." He paused, then thought about it. "..Of course.. the plan could backfire.."
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