Robespierre immediately thought the laser to be of magical origin, and thought to counteract it with his own. But as he raised his hand to cast another spell, he paused. The Psalms did not readily come to the symbol on his hand--it must be something else.

Luckily, he wasn't so completely stubborn as to avoid help if it could possibly be provided. It would be better to ask first, especially with something that he was obviously unfamiliar with. Robespierre glanced at Oliver, nodding his head towards the obstacle ahead.

"I do not believe that the Psalms will be useful, here. Do you have any other ideas, monsieur?"