!!Q1eZ8Ouu5QA 08/22/11(Mon)11:23 No.16025018|
Recognizing the sensation of Alphonse drawing on him for power, Willhelm quickly sends a scorching ray out the side of the building, attempting not to hit anyone, so as to deplete his energies.
"That is QUITE enough, Pyromancy is MY schtick you nutcase. You caught me off guard the first time." Willhelm says as the Captain puts two slugger rounds into Alphonse.
As he sinks into the floor Willhelm turns his gaze on the now mildly burnt Inquisitor, the smell of singed flesh in the air, his eyes currently glowing green, never having reverted to their original state.
"I don't like you. I don't like any of you. I don't like Aeon, I don't like the Voss, and sometimes I'm not too fond of people in our own ranks." he glances sidelong at Mana, with gun barrel still smoking. The Inquisitor and her knights' armor shatters, freeing their movement. "But Alphonse went too far. By his own warning, he would start open war with Aeon by cooking you. Inquisitor, you've only now formally met me, I am Private First Class Willhelm, and my best friend was in the Skolls. Have we done enough? Slaughtered enough of our kin to earn your mercy? Or is what Alphonse said true, and once you're done helping us with the Voss, you will twist the knife in our back? Answer truthfully, and do not let bitterness at one soldier cloud your judgement, when after all speaking of the fate of a whole nation, with innocents who know nothing of corruption or undeath."