William rose up, staring at Goliath. His eyes weren't angry. They weren't sad. They were just dissapointed. Pulling out his Paracom standard issue combat knife, he held it backwards. "Don't fucking try it, Gath. Don't even fucking try it." He said, stopping after each word. They had just fought against a common enemy that, in the future, would need teamwork. If this was the way it was going to be, this would be terrible.