Draiss glared at him, before smiling, his crystals slowly sprouting from his back and biceps, through the armor without damaging, the latest change to the armor. "Because if I WAS conquering you, you would not be alive, and certainly not pointing weapons at me."<br/><br/>He glanced at the weapons, wondering if Verdelet was supplying them, before walking forward. "Now, I am here to T-A-L-K. I haven't been on this plane before, and my constructs, which you attacked earlier along with one of my aspects, merely surveyed it twelve years back. If you want to fight me and mine, then we will be more than happy to oblige, though I will admit that burning this plane to the bed rock would be a right shame."<br/><br/>He stopped about twenty feet from the speaker, an easy smile on his lips. "Go ahead, if you feel the need, take the shot. But remember. I will forgive. Once. It will put a hole in me, maybe. Try to put two holes, and I will not be so kind. If, however, you would rather NOT deal with several thousand constructs that do not fear, do not sleep, do not eat, do not DIE, then I would politely suggest that you get an officer, or even the commander."<br/><br/>His eyes defocused, as his mind swept the area, finding the local commander's tent and slipping inside to note who was in charge, before returning. "Although, if I wanted you dead, I wouldn't be here. I would be attacking from about six miles distant, wiping you out before you even realized we were there. That is not our preferred way, but we will, if we feel forced. My name is Draiss Arcaniss, Archdragon, and God of Choice, among other things. And I am giving you the choice of what your future will be. Short, violent, painful, and abruptly ending, or a peaceful talk in which I figure out why you are killing everyone, and maybe decide to help even."