Ross felt a tidal wive of defeat slam into him as he realized what this meant.  She may not be able to hypnotise him, but he still stood no chance against her. She could kill him whenever she felt like it, and he wouldnt be able to stop her.  His shoulders slumped and the electricity left his gray eyes, defeat was evident on his face.  He dropped the sword and sighed, "What are you going to do to me?" he asked in a defeated, but not fearful tone.  He knew that whatever she said next, would probably not be good for him.