John fell to his knees, weakened by the blast he'd sent at Hellhound. But he needed help. He could tell Nic wasn't going to be able to hold him for much longer if Hellhound came to his senses. He stood back up, a look of defiance in his face. He turned his hands towards Hellhound and forced him down. If he woke up he'd be held there. At least for a little while. But John could feel his powers draining. Sparkplug needed to absorb Hellhound. And fast.