William was slightly annoyed by the random appearance of other fighters just as he was about to engage his bitter rival. Luckily they weren't in command ships or else he'd be in even more trouble. Were they TrollerCat57's lackeys who were dishonorably called upon despite this supposed to be a one on one duel? Oddly enough they held back, so perhaps they just so happened to stumble upon this area of space by bad luck. Hmm...it would probably be best to just ignore them and hope that this theory was correct. If not then he'd be destroyed well before he was able to get TrollerCat57's shields down enough to finish him with a suicide attack.

"Alright, time to eat space dust!" He shouted, moving in close to the other large grey ship and opening fire with his forward facing rapid fire laser turrets. Explosions rocketed against the flat surface of it's topside, revealing it's blue shields flickering into existence as they absorbed the damage. The first blow was his and the enemy ship was in a bad position to counterattack. This was going far better then expected...almost too good. He pushed his luck and kept diving in to fire as long as possible into his shields, but as he drew closer the four turrets on the ship's sides suddenly came to life and delivered a powerful barrage of fire into his windshield all at once. He flinched as colors exploded across his field of view and the ship rocked around violently, throwing him from his chair. The enemy command ship was filled to the brim with other players! William gritted his teeth in frustration. He knew he shouldn't have trusted a guy with troll and cat in his name. He managed to climb back into his sheet and jerk up on the joystick just in time to snap upwards and avoid a collision that would have destroyed his ship against the other one. Alarms and flashing red lights alerted him of his shields reaching below 50% strength as he zoomed away from the range of the turrets as quickly as possible as they managed to get in a few more shots into his backside. The enemy began to turn around to follow him and two fighters launched out of one of it's hangers. That meant that at least seven enemy players were involved in this battle and things were not looking good for him at all. Should he end the conflict by escaping to a safe location? Should he fight to the death? His enemy did take moderate damage, so if he could just manage one more good attack run. How could he do that by himself?

Suddenly another alert came up in his menu besides the warnings. Someone wanted to join his clan? One of the nearby ships? Jellyfish of Death was this person's name. Odd, but that's beside the point. The point was that this person might just be what he was looking for if he was to win. The enemy already cheated, so why couldn't he? He stopped controlling his ship, hoping that the enemy couldn't catch up to him and nail him while he was simply flying straight. While this was going on he hit the accept button for that join request and then scanned all nearby ships, sending them offers to join his clan as well. If they all joined then they'd have the enemy fighters outnumbered. The command ship full of turrets would be the real hassle, but if the fighters could be taken out then they just might be able to pull something out.