Drake was in all honesty, beginning to regret accepting the offer from to join MetaOps. So far their first mission was resulting in a an awful lot of pain for him , and vey little gain for the team. 

Slowly he stood up and stumbled a bit, his massive frame unstable thanks to yet another crushing blow to his back from the Immortal. He shook his head as he tried to clear his vision, his eye sight slowly focusing on ... witch. She was still dead, whoever the girl was. She had only tried to help, and look at what happened to her. 

Drake almost received another pounding when Gloria saved his ass, though he supposed that made him even. When the one of the other supers he had yet to meet came to begin controlling the stone, Drake grunted and shuffled over to his side, limping ever so slightly. 

Chimera was honestly just trying to use this slight break in order to coordinate a bit, but something told him they didn't have much time. That's what they needed to do, buy more time...

 "That won't hold him for long." He warned weakly, slowly poising his tail to strike as soon as the Immortal might move. "I'm strong enough to toss him around but we're screwed if someone doesn't come up with something..." Drake was alerted to Izzy's presence as she ran up, his ear a perking up slightly at her footsteps. "Hey, you alright?"