"Don't patronize me, boy. You're a million years too young to be doing that!" Sneered Victor. . .then came the noise; like a sonic screech. Victor froze.
He muttered something, it sounded like a chant of sorts. Again, I was lifted into the air and carried back at least 100 yards. Far away.
"If you value the life of you're comrades, Spati, I'd stop your attack."
The boy; Spati, looked suspiciously at Victor.
"DO IT."
Suddenly from out of nowhere a big black whole appeared, shining in the morning sun. The shrill screech came again. I winced, covering my ears.
Victor started chanting something in a different language. "Λιοντάρι, Έλα έξω!" he commanded.
Then, the blood that had pooled around his feet came up and formed a raging lion. It raced toward the black expanse of nothingness.
Victor looked at Spati, "I can help you. Trust me, you cannot defeat this alone. I know how to kill it. I won't betray you, after all I'm protecting someone as well." He glanced at me, then back at Spati. "Trust me."