Wil has just enough time to realize how large the creature has become before he’s slammed by it’s full weight, driving him down to one knee as he tries to stay standing under the pressure.  He feels it start to greedily suck power from him, draining every scrap of energy it can get.  Wil knows that it won’t risk killing him, but at the rate it was going soon he would hardly be able to stand, much less fight, and would be virtually helpless to prevent anybody from doing whatever they wished with him.<br/><br/>He did have one option available, one thing that might allow him to protect himself, but at this point it was too late to try to attempt it; he would have to risk using up the rest of his strength just to have a chance of repelling the creature, and there was the possibility that the creature would sense what he was doing and be able to prevent him from finishing.  Wil grits his teeth against the pain and cocoons himself with his wings, knowing that his only option at this point is to wait out the storm and hope that he would still be conscious when the creature was done feeding.