Drax was ready to guard the blast from Inigo's blade, but wasn't ready for it to explode before it reached him. He was able dodge a few of the shots but he still got hit a few times by it. It wasn't enough damage to make him need medical attention like the others and even though it thoroughly roughed him up, he wasn't down for the count. However, age catches up to him and he was quite winded once he found his can'es sheath and reset it. He made his way to Inigo and rested on his cane. "I don't know if you could hear me before, but my offer still stands. However, I believe m'lady and I are overdue to return to our home. We were recalled in the middle of the scuffle you see. It seems they want to drop the charges on Dremmick based on the fact that they don't need him for questioning. Lucky you," he added as Dremmick made his way there. "Apperently, Ander made his way to meet with Korde himself. They say the fighting is nearly over.... oh, and you are no longer a Jailer, Dremmick, I do apologize."

Dremmick chuckled a little as he settled in to start working on Inigo. "Well, isn't that convenient? I guess the Jailers are trying to prioritize their interests." He leaned over to Ris and wispered quietly,"After we are done here we need to go see whats going on out . I don't like the sound of it."

"Grandpa! How could you let him hit you! That was a dirty trick too! You weren't even using magic!" Sphyl exploded behind Drax.

"Don't worry about me, child, I am fine, just winded is all. And I told you, you can't go around saying 'grandpa' during a mission. Its unprofessional, m'dear." Drax replied.