The wielder who seemed to have a demonic aura seemed to have out aside his hostility for now. This dark figure told him to take his hands away from potential weapons and Bay, half-heartily raised his hands to shoulder level like he was about to get pat down or arrested
Bay was more tired than he was before and he felt dizzy as if all the blood in his body rushed to his head from using the most he's ever used before. He tried to walk it off and not appear weak to the remaining group of wielders, and he even managed to get a few steps away, before he stumbled to the ground. Well at least one thing hadn't changed, he still ended up on the ground at the end of the day. Strength was drained and senses dulled down, the fox ears on Bay's body receded and his hair reverted back to brown. Hopefully no one would decide to rob him. Bay's head plopped to the ground and he lost consciousness.