There's a distinct sense of deja vu when the mall gate slams shut behind him. It's not the same feeling as entering Valacirca's lair - there's no wave of dread, no fear striking his heart to try and make him flee. He takes a steadying breath and performs one last check of his equipment before venturing forward.
He passes bodies. At first, he crouches thinking that maybe they're not beyond saving, but he quickly realises that this isn't the case. Grimly, William presses on until he finds the culprit. Glaive in one hand, shield in the other, and a Bursterfly hovering by his side, he faces down the cyborg.
He must look extremely underwhelming as an opponent. He's not dressed in any sort of modern armour.
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He passes bodies. At first, he crouches thinking that maybe they're not beyond saving, but he quickly realises that this isn't the case. Grimly, William presses on until he finds the culprit. Glaive in one hand, shield in the other, and a Bursterfly hovering by his side, he faces down the cyborg.
He must look extremely underwhelming as an opponent. He's not dressed in any sort of modern armour.
"Were you the one who killed them all?"