He's been ordered to kill you on suspicion of you being a traitor.

There's been rumors for awhile, most circulating you being a traitor and giving Slur information about JAA in exchange for something you desire. But he couldn't believe it. Another member of The Order deliberately selling them out for their enemy? And you of all people? Instead of having a talk, he was forced to go on right ahead and dispose of you.

So here you are now, fighting on a floor. The place was wrecked as the lights flickered from the intense battle. You weren't going to go down without a fight, and he wasn't either. Holding his hammers in his hands. He pants softly, waiting for you to make a move.

"No hard feelings, okay? You'll be dead anyway..." He says, brushing a bit of dust off of his suit. But there was something in his movement you couldn't decipher. Almost like he was holding back. Wasn't personal relationships forbidden from being in the way of a job?