Viktor heard lots of noises that sounded like fighting and then saw a fireball go towards the necromancer. He turned and saw a woman charging towards the neromancer. "Dammit, I guess I won't get my shot today." he said to himself rather disappointed until he saw the woman get attacked by one of the Orcs and then more and more Orcs began to charge her position as she fought some of them off, but as one fell, three more came towards her. He felt this urge to go help her but he also found his psychotic side found what was displayed before him to be rather amusing.

"She can't survive against that onslaught of Orcs, even if she did survive, it would be to be taken prisoner to that necromancer." he began to tell himself, debating wether he should help her or not. "But, maybe... oh, what the hell?" he yelled, he had made up his mind, he was going to go help her. He quickly began to charge her position, killing every Orc that blocked his path. His sword now drenched in the blood of all of those Orcs he had killed. He turned into a cloud of bats and flew over right in front of the woman. He saw an Orc approaching her from the back and proceeded to get behind her and sink his long fangs into the Orc, draining all of his blood, he then turned around, his mouth dripping with blood.

He raised his hands and suddenly all of the dead around them began to rise, Viktor began to say words in an unkown language, and suddenly all of the dead began to attack the Orcs around them while Viktor fired away with his fireballs, scorching the Orcs he hit. He lunged forward and began to slash away at the Orcs once again, killing many of them, the rest to be taken care of by his army of undead servants. Then he turned to look at the necromancer, rather curious about the device he was holding, but at the same time, glad that once again, he might feed on a human.