Victor kept his hand raised the spell twisting in his grip, his body was shivering softly now with fear and anticipation of what came next. But the man spoke instead of attacking, but his words were that of a madman...a madman that knew his name. Victor didn't speak the entire time the madman talked, instead he decided to take in what the man was saying, examining every piece of information as it came to him. This "Man" was a knight? Surely not, But then, he had said it. The man's name was Damien Valefor or Vale for short, But it was when he told Victor to have a look into his eyes that Victor took a brief moment to weigh his options, 

1: he could cast his spell but at this range the shrapnel would likely kill him as well, 

2: He could attempt a different spell that might bring someone to his aid but probably not in enough time to save him, 

3: He could just do what was asked of him and believe that he wouldn't be harmed in the process.

Victor had again noticed the flash of purple, yet he still saw no savior or rescue so After his brief moment of silence Victor slowly let his spell fizzle out, his arm fall to his side and with distrust (and obvious curiosity) he brought his eyes up to meet the man's. "[color=0076a3]Show me God.[/color]"