Lazarus trembled a little bit, considering what she said. "What is the point of having magic, if you back down when it gets tough?" He grunted. "I don't care if I get beaten to a pulp, or even killed, if remaining silent now means giving up." He looked Sasha in the eyes. "I will not give up. Even if my magic runs dry, I will beat this man for his sins. Heaven will bring judgement on him by force." He glared. "If not now, but later. I am going to be the wizard to defeat this sinner. And you are going to be by my side when I do it. For Wes' sake." He nodded, grunted and released the magic from his fist. "You are lucky, masked man. Your judgement will not come at this moment in time. Cower now in the little time you have left, and fear the god's power before it punishes you for you awful sins." And with that he flicked his coat and walked away, pulling Sasha along for a moment. "What are we supposed to do now?"