Draiss didn't react when he was grabbed by the throat except to lash out again, only to have his attack interrupted by the 'death blow' attack. He felt himself being flung, and landed on something soft, and vaguely heard Ama crying out to him. He blinked, wondering why everything seemed so far away, before suddenly thrashing free of her arms, and puking up what felt like a lung, but was likely nothing more than a handful or two of blood from his lungs. He reverted back to his human form, still bearing the damage, and shook his head, before coughing a few times, and standing up. Another bout of blood puking, and he turned toward the lordling and did something the tainted lordling likely didn't think possible, and nodded to him in thanks. "Thanks man, that got the blood in my head to lessen up a bit. I can think again."<br/><br/>Draiss took a breath, and rolled his shoulder, walking toward the lordling who took a couple of startled steps backwards, both ignoring the stunned look from the priestesses and Amaterasu. "That is the problem with being a sorcerer, one second of no control, and you are raging like an animal. But damn, those Beyonders know how to build a body, got to give them that. A lesser god would have been killed outright by that blow, an intermediate god would be in dire straits and dying from it, and even a greater deity would pretty fucked up by it. But this body is already repairing itself, even faster than most gods can. Body feels better too, a bit lighter and more efficient, likely got rid of a couple unnecessary systems in it, and improved the ones that are left. Moves better too. Though yours is still mortal based, unlike mine, redesigned by Beyonders from the ground up. Especially the nervous system, mine was already sensing damage almost before you dealt it, and redirecting resources to repair or sever it even as you hit it. You? Yours is sloppy, needs a bit of work."<br/><br/>The lordling snorted and pranced in place, not understanding why Draiss was still alive, but sure of his victory after that last blow. "Nothing! Nothing wrong with my body, I am perfect! Faster, stronger, BETTER! I AM BETTER THAN YOU!"<br/><br/>Draiss smiled, and pulled his right arm out behind him, holding up the lordlings arm that had been holding him by the throat. "Might wanna work on that a bit more then."<br/><br/>As the lordling instinctively looked down and verified that, yes, that was in fact his arm in his opponent's hand, Draiss was already in his face, his nose against his opponents snout, a grim smile on his face, and his eyes completely dead of all emotion. "Lets see... I owe you from six to ten weeks of pure terror, about a minute and a half of cherry tapping, and two death blows. Lets see if you can take me returning all that in the span of about half a second shall we?"<br/><br/>Draiss' left hand was already inside the lord's chest, and he twisted his hand around as he shoved it deeper, small crsytals appearing on Draiss' back, shoulders, and biceps as he began rooting around in the lordling's chest, amplifying the pain of the rough surgery with a spell and a thought. "Op, think that was your diaphragm, that should be a lung, don't know what that was, seemed important though. Where is the heart? Oh, wait, what was that hard thing, felt crystalline. Shard of a Beyonder mayhap? Wonder what happens if I remove it without removing my hand?"