Kicked down and severely injured, you are unable to fight anymore. You held your cut and bleeding arm, hissing pain as you looked up to face him.

"What's the matter?" Valtor mocked, kneeling down infront of you, taking your chin and lifting it so he could get a good look at the emotion in your eyes. He chuckled lowly as he saw a sight of fear, smiling. "Is your life flashing before your very eyes? Sad. I thought you'd be more of a challenge."

"Get up."