Viker's response could only be described as a mocking laugh that echoed as if his armor was hollow.  He lifted one hand, within which rested a spiked metal collar connected by a chain to his waist.  He wasn't worried about the crude weapon she had.  It might hurt, might even damage him, but he had endured torments beyond her imagining to become what he was now.<br/><br/>"Choose."  He hissed, offering no other explanation.  His eyes seemed to brighten as he awaited her response.