Drake raised his sword, Darkbane in anticipation to the upcoming battle.  Drake just hoped he wouldn't have to fight them both. He had narrowly escaped death the last time he and Grimm had fought. He knew he wouldn't last against them both.<br/><br/>Drake raised his palm towards the heavens, and the sky lit up with a burst of white.  A bolt of energy shot down directly on saint Drake. When the light cleared Drake stood in the middle of times square, clad in shimmering white armor.<br/><br/>Drake breathed heavily in his helm and looked up to see Grimm charging him fiercely.  Drake barley managed to evade the attack and was a bit off balance at he counter attacked with a swipe at Grimm's midsection.