Combat type? Was that part of whatever stupid simulation they thought they were in? Of course Ankh didn't have much time to consider that, given that his arm was now restrained twicefold, and the pain was every increasing. He flinched again when the pressure increased, and it was becoming increasingly difficult to continue talking.

He gave a sidelong glance at the blonde man when the new hand arrived. He sure as hell didn't want this guy to be saving his ass, but he had no way of breaking free, even with abandoning the officer's body.

He turned his attention back to the man with his arm in a vice grip. The smirk was gone, but the words sure kept up. "You can try if you want, but you can't kill me. This isn't even my own body," he said simply, gritting his teeth.