Drake stood up from the two now limp bodies. They weren't dead but they would feel like it when they woke up. His body was beaten badly, with new and old wounds. With his cuff off, Drake could fight withstanding the pain, but it didn't help his body any. He knew that as soon as it went back on, he would be completely drained. This was the third team this week who had come to stop him, and they were getting harder to fight off.
Drake set them propped under a tree and was about to head off when he noticed something horrifically familiar. The plant-life in the vicinity was dead, and the ground was starting to crumble! He cursed under his breath as he grabbed the two mages and started running. The ground behind him began to collapse and fall apart, consuming the immediate area, tree, rock, and all. by the time he got out of the way, the crater spanned about a hundred feet in diameter. " I'm using more energy than my own, I have to get out of here," he thought to himself. He hefted the slipping mage back up his shoulder and moved on. He noticed that he was terribly close to Magnolia. A blessing for the two mages. He set them down a bit away from the gate but in plain sight, the collapsing was so loud that everyone should have heard it. That should at least mean someone could help these two back inside. After that, he ran off to find a safe place to hide in the woods.
Drake found a small cave and went inside. By now, he knew what was coming so he went ahead and sat down and put the cuff on and the pain and stress instantly hit him. "UHRG! *cough, cough* ah....uhaaa. That's just.... *takes a deep breath as he recovers his composure* ....there's no getting used to that." He looked down to his right arm where the cuff was and it was glowing brightly from the power temporarily stored in it. he took off his tattered burgundy shit and wrapped it around the cuff to conceal it. He decided that it was still too close to move from here, but he couldn't go to sleep here, just recover a bit before moving to a better spot. He lost his bag in a confrontation the other day, all he had left was his pistol, but he hadn't used any of it's rounds. They were used for hunting mainly anyway.
Drake found as much of a comfortable place you could find in a rock cave, and waited. This time, he had his pistol at the ready.