She lunged at the armiger, shoving his chest plate as hard as she could, letting out a guttural cry. 
	He could have crushed her in an instant, but stumbled away instead as if he were much more frail.
	...
	Rion lost it then, hitting and screaming at the armiger as he continued to back up, refusing to engage in a fight as she bruised and bloodied her knuckles on his impervious alloy, pounding on him, swiping at his legs, toppling him, until she found herself on the ground, the armiger behind her, finally holding her still in a choke hold. But she wasn’t done: as soon as she was down, instinct had her drawing her handgun and shoving it under the armiger’s jaw. 
	Her breathing was ragged and harsh, her rage a slow burn now, and the present situation reemerging, whether she wanted it to or not. Her bleary gaze found Spark’s avatar standing on the terminal, watching her in consternation, the lines in his face somehow more humanoid than ever. 
	“Fire your weapon and the bullet will most likely ricochet into your skull,” he said calmly. 
	Of course it would. Rion dropped the gun, her arm going limp. Her face was wet and she was wheezing from the choke hold. 
	“You do realize you cannot overpower me. I could kill you without any effort at all,” Spark’s avatar added.

Halo: Renegades Ch 48