William flew through the airlock, bashing into a guard with his shield and sending the guard crashing to the ground sound asleep, William already disliked killing so Arms telling him not to kill was redundant, yet William felt oddly drawn to combat, yet he had both liked and disliked it, he enjoyed the thrill of the kill rushing through his veins, but hated the "Kill" part of it.

He wasted no time preparing for the next fight, [b]Let's do this!, FOR HONOR AND GLORY![/b] he shouted as he charged across a hallway, his shield ready to block whatever firepower the merchants had.