Wil cocked his head, hearing what sounded like escaping gas coming from all around him.  He sighed in resignation, as he realized he would need to be slightly more…persuasive with Greggory if he was going to get anything of value out of him before he died.  "Well, it appears that your masters' threat earlier was not an idle one."<br/><br/>“Unfortunately for you, two can play at this game.”  Wil moved forward and his arms shot out, holding what looked like thin shards of metal taken from the robots they had fought.  These Wil used as a set of makeshift needles, punching over a dozen into Greggory's chest, arms and neck in a very specific arrangement.  He completed the patterns with his claws, his left hand ramming into Greggory’s chest, directly over his heart, while his right caught him by the back of the neck.  Both sets of claws sunk in deep, piercing a very specific set of spots around Greggory’s heart and along his spine.<br/><br/>“I don’t have time to explain exactly what I’m doing to you, but suffice it to say that I am, in effect, overloading your central nervous system; you can probably already feel it happening.  If I don’t stop, the resulting backlash will be powerful enough to do significant and irreversible damage to your mind, and likely your sanity as well.  If that occurs, there is no cure short of divine intervention.  Even if you are cloned again, your mind will still bear the scars.”<br/><br/>“You now have a choice.  You can either remain loyal to a group that has threatened your life simply to ensure my good behavior, or you can aid me.  You have less than a minute to live either way, so I suggest that you choose quickly."