The half ogre opened it's eyes dimly, barely restoring everything around it it feebly reached for the pouch and began to pull out a potion. It drink it, and its surface wounds magically end so it doesn't look so burnt to a crisp. However, it still was quite held down and considerably too weak to resist the net's undeniable strength at this point. The girls had nothing to worry about from the half ogre whom lied there in labored breaths from the near death experience he had suffered at the hands of them. The boss was going to be pissed about this.