He hadn't truly expected success of the attack, as he followed the energy trail back to reality. He grabbed the body, and compressed the air around it, before launching it upwards, where it detonated harmlessly several hundred feet in the air, and he watched to ensure it didn't leave anything more than dust and ash. He relaxed, and rolled his shoulders, before withdrawing the armor, and wincing as the wounds protested, noting they were no worse than they had been when Barid had first used them on him, several dozen lifetimes ago, to a more fatal effect. The illusions came back on as he limped toward the transport, the constructs waiting until he cleared the edge he had set up as the 'arena,' before giving him sevral energy pellets to boost his flagging reserves, already dangerously low from the time in the portal before the fight, and healing energy to speed up his own. He let them nearly carry him into the transport, and rested on the way back, exhaustion on his face. It had been closer than he had liked, but no worse than anticipated. Now he just had to survive the worst fight yet. His mates when they saw the damage, if the constructs hadn't given them a view of the fight.