"Even though I've gained so much strength, I'm still useless!" Victor's face clouded.
Taking a knife from his pocket he slightly rolled up the sleeve to his left and made an incision along the lines of an old scar. The blood flowed out like a crimson river.
Victor looked up. "I take it this means war, Niddhogg. I can't let you go after what you did."
Taking a deep breath he lifted up his left hand and called out "Blood of my fathers hear me now! I bid thee cast a spell of ancient blood; may the pain of my comrades be passed to me." Victor cut open his wrist again "Let them be set free," still standing straight, beads sweat began to appear on his face "Allow me to hold the suffering, the pain, the sorrow, the hurt. . .that they may be whole."
Spati gasped. The arrow had vanished along with the pain.
Victor's knees hit the ground. His breath was coming in short puffs.
Clutching his chest, he squeezed his eyes shut. He had only ever used this spell once before. . .tears of pain welled in Victor's eyes.
"No one else will die. . ." He whispered.