When Cole finally came to, it was not in the glare like he had expected. Instead he was hanging upside down with his hand and legs bound behind him. And then directly on the ground, with it's point facing up was Black Malakai. Any mistake he made here would end up with him skewering himself on his own sword.
His body seemed to ache something fierce, but ultimately he was still a bit okay. He could feel his energy regenerating and it in time was sending a trickle every second to his [Demonic Constitution] skill. Healing him of whatever scrapes and bruises were left on him.
