[ The calm feeling fades as Drake's power deactivates. Last time that happened to Maine, he was immediately hit with the horror of trying to kill a friend. This time, he's mostly hit with fatigue; his adrenaline has run its course.
Maine lowers his weapon completely and nods. He glances at the ogre, gives a disgusted sort of snort, then looks at Drake again. Eyes him carefully. ]
no subject
Maine lowers his weapon completely and nods. He glances at the ogre, gives a disgusted sort of snort, then looks at Drake again. Eyes him carefully. ]
Didn't hit you, right?
[ The ogre or him. ]