[Honor]

William's abdomen clenched as the man's fist hit him. It was hard, and he could feel that it was painful, but the pain did not effect his movements. Swiftly he returned the punch with one to the now gun-less man's jaw. It sent him down, but now William faced a new problem.

Not only had he heard a pained squeak come from Artemis's direction, which could not bode well, but the other man had taken the gun and now pointed it at him. He was beginning to hate guns. Suddenly, before William could draw his throwing knife to quickly take out the man, Artemis had arrived without the slightest warning.

Her movements made no sense to him, they were to fast and unnatural, but at the moment she was his friend and they were his enemies. Who to trust was obvious. So without a thought he drew a knife that looked as if it could belong to any man who wished to protect himself on the street and picked up the man he had knocked down, holding the knife to his throat. He gazed over at Artemis, unsure as to what they would do next. "To kill or not to kill, that is the question." He murmured quietly to the man. It was poor question to him. He wanted to kill.