Jolta was up the second the ritual was over. The spell seemingly undoing the effects of the drugs they were under...but now their hands were tied behind their backs.<br/><br/>Jolt growled at them both as he got up on his knees, leering at both and trying to rally the thunderclouds above to start causing damage...but they just sat there and let the warm rain pour down to soak him through.<br/><br/>Jolta was literally in shock, his head lifted up towards the storm...but it wouldn't obey him anymore...A look of dismay and panic crossed the boy's face, suddenly making him look much younger then he truly was.<br/><br/>Athren was trying his luck with the water the storm produced, but was receiving absolutely no response either.