Hearing the spike fire, Wil began to dodge the attack, simultaneously ducking his head to the side and dropping to one knee.  He wasn’t fast enough to completely avoid the attack, but he succeeded in robbing it of most of it's power; instead of striking him in the back of his head it glanced off the side of his face.<br/><br/>The impact spun Wil around, causing him to drop Greggory and fall to one knee.  When he raised his head, there was a gash going from his neck all the way to his temple on the right side of his face, which was pouring blood.  The wound looked bad, but was mostly superficial.  The look that he gave Greggory, however, was one of pure, undiluted fury.  Spinning toward the drone that had managed to sneak up on him, Wil closed with it, getting inside it’s firing arc before it could respond.  With a strength born of raw anger, Wil seized it and simply picked it up, and with a roar brought it arcing over his head and crashing to the floor on the other side of him.  He repeated this twice more, reducing the robot to a pile of twisted steel, then stalked back towards Greggory.<br/><br/>“I am afraid that I have lost all patience with you and your masters.”  Picking Greggory up by the neck, he easily held him aloft, his feet more than a foot off the floor.  “I attempted to reason with you, even help you, but you have shown me that there is little point in cooperation.  Thus, there is little point in keeping you alive, and I have grown hungry from the meager scraps your guards have been giving me so far.”  Wil gave Greggory an unpleasant smile, displaying a set of rather sharp fangs, and combined with his previous comment and the hungry gleam that entered his eyes, Wil’s intent was easy to decipher.