"What are you doing...why are you getting paler...and why is he holding his leg in pain!?" the boy shouted.
Victor looked at me. "Hold on m'dear. I'll get you out of this right after I deal with this adorable little boy over here." he turned to the boy. "I believe he broke his leg, either that or something terribly wrong has happened and I just went out of control. . ." he paused "But since that's impossible, I'd say it's the first option. Now me, I'm getting paler and paler from loss of blood."
He lifted the left arm and looked at it thoughtfully.
"Maybe I shouldn't have made such a large gash. . .oh well." Victor grinned. "Would you like to see a trick, Spati?" He shouted out.
The boy gasped in surprise.
"Oh yes, I know your name. I know all your names. . ."