Drake felt a little dazed at first, cock drunk really, but he had to snap out of rather quickly especially as the tide of things changed in the battle. He wasn't sure what exactly Ryah was thinking offering himself up like that but his brain realized that there had been a trap even if he didn't know what it was exactly. He didn't like fighting in the day and avoided it when he could because of how weak and feeble he felt but fuck if he didn't need to fight through it now. Drake pushed himself with the last of the energy he had to get up and move swiftly behind Phin and to try and claw at his neck. Really he wished he had the strength to rip his head straight from his body but pulling the other to pieces would work just as well.<br/><br/>It was going to be a fight for their lives and Drake hoped to God there wasn't more back up or the rest of the coven hearing the scuffle and being attracted. Even if they killed him they might have a turned hunter to deal with or another room of sleeping vampires as the nest might just be in this very club. Yet the cat was out of the bag and Drake would have to deal with his actions if this didn't work out... or if Ryah really thought he was a bastard that turned on him. Either way he used the last of what he could to take down the vampire leader.<br/><br/>((I am thinking Phin gets away? Maybe injured but it might be good for them to be on the run lol. Up to you.))