The Light was faster than CHNCY-3 had given him credit for. He had assumed that the decrepit old man could barely move, let alone fight like this. His light sword severed Chauncey's left arm and he was glad that he couldn't feel pain. He leapt backwards, abandoning his severed arm and wrenching his canon arm from Williams's grasp. The panels folded back and the canon disappeared. Had his left arm not been shooting sparks and wires everywhere, he might've looked normal. His voice became synthesised to resemble normal human speech as he said "You are stronger than we thought, Williams. You have bought yourself time. Frosner will not rest until you are dead, and he will continue to send me. However, it appears as though my records are faulty. I have the ability to file you as dead. That should buy you even more time. Frosner will find out though. He'll reprogram me with more weapons and an even bigger bloodlust, one not even your blood can quench." He shifted. "I hate Frosner, but I can't disobey him. It isn't in my programming. It's only through a loophole that I'm able to do this. I assure you, it will be patched. Next time, I won't be able to run away, Light. I'll have backup next time as well. It really is in your best interest to run. Run as far and as fast as you can."