[i]Phaedrus' moment of victory gave the Courier just enough time. The 800 pounds of metal and weaponry slammed straight into Phaedrus' back, not only hitting him with immense force, but delivering an electric shock capable of overloading a city's grid. Few times was Wilson ever truly enraged, but it had happened. He hadn't been off his chain fully since June's appearance, and in that fury, he'd managed to kill Cobalt Phoenix with his own blade. Phaedrus was tough, and he expected no less, but he would not let a friend die for nothing. Atop Phaedrus, Wilson went into overdrive, his armor pumping him full of psycho. For once, he was silent, not even screams came forth from him. The energy blade in his wrist gauntlet had extended, and he made it his goal to make sure the man before him would not get up. Swinging in, the blade cut at the molecular level, easing through Phaedrus' armor, as Wilson made an attempt to cut off the hand with his sword, his other hand wrapped around the man's throat. Wolf sat back and simply waited.[/i]