It was almost a sense of joy he got from the eight constructs, as they opened up, an almost consequenceless shooting gallery with targets that were not doing anything else. Not suicide troops, not using civilians as shields, not trying to bring artillery in. It was the good old soldier against opponent, in hard contact, and it was something that they both excelled at and enjoyed. And they were all very happy to show that excellence to the horde, felling them like wheat before the thresher. It was fun.