Looking around some more, Wil noticed that they had seemingly gotten out of the robots' range, as the shots died down and eventually stopped altogether.  The beat of his wings, which had started out steady and strong, was becoming more irregular, and the pain was starting to creep back into his shoulders and back; Wil could simply ignore even serious injuries through sheer force of will, but it drained his stamina quickly and could do serious damage to his body in the process.  Gliding slowly down to the ground, he set Greggory down as gently as he could, and nearly collapsed when he tried to land himself.<br/><br/>Steadying himself, he reached behind him and began the slow, painful process of pulling the spikes from his back, one by one.  As he did, he felt a strange tingling in his mind, almost as if someone was trying to tickle his subconscious.  Although most of Wil's supernatural skills were combat-related, he was still very sensitive to magical effects, and had been sensing fairly regular emanations from elsewhere in the facility for some time.  This one, however, was more localized, and Wil realized that it had to be one of the other inmates.  This was just the opportunity he had been waiting for.<br/><br/>Wil got to his feet, albeit a little shakily, and turned to Greggory.  "I'm not sure where we are, or if this place is even real, but for you to get in there has to be a way out, even if I must make it myself.  I will see you safely to the end of this gauntlet, but if you and your masters think that they can hold me here against my will, they are sorely mistaken.  You know nothing of who I am, what I have seen, nor what I am capable of, and I will warn you once, and only once, that once my patience reaches it's end, I hope the gods have mercy on you, for I will not."  Turning, he walked off into the gloom, then paused.  "Are you coming?"