Draiss turned, a frightful amount of energy gathering nearly instantly in his left arm, the arm rearing back to strike back at whatever had touched him. He paused, his glowing gold eyes meeting Ama's, his skin nearly translucent as the crystals still slowly growing on his back and arms. They were alien, flecks of black in them, no irises and no intelligence, simply a bestial, primal hatred burning in them. He simply stared at her, the energy he had gathered similar to the amount of energy gathered by the manifestation for a basic defense, rather than the power needed for the balefire pencil beam the manifestation had used. It was a tense, timeless moment, something important battling in those alien, near mindless eyes, before the power began to slowly drain from him.<br/><br/>He sagged abruptly, and grabbed at his chest, before pulling his right arm free, still clinging to the shard, and staggering toward the exit. He collapsed beside the entrance, head in his hands, unconsciously pressing the shard against his forcehead, drawing power from it as he tried to deal with the drain of maintaining his current form, even as he reverted back to Draiss. He didn't speak, simply breathing, though after a moment he looked back up, his skin slowly darkening back to its tanned hue, his eyes already back to their normal soulful brown. He met Ama's eyes, and dully nodded, silently answering the unspoken question.