Every last weapon came about, and the constructs spread out, not trusting anything. Too many had fallen to similar tricks, and the ones that let relief cloud their judgement didn't come home. He WANTED to rush into her arms, dismiss the armor, and hold her close, but that would likely kill them both. Instead, he slammed down as hard as he could on the emotions, through the two corruptions in the back of his mind were stirring again...<br/><br/>He jerked his head toward further pair of constructs, and nodded what appeared to Nadriina and little Xyra, who was DEFINITELY not 'little,' in any sense of the word, anymore. "Check and confirm."<br/><br/>His exterior thoughts were steel and fire, though it didn't hide either the relief at seeing his familiar and Companion again, or the pain, fear, and lethal exhaustion under that. "Don't move. Confirming identities. We will then react accordingly."<br/><br/>He ignored the shock coming down the bond, violently shoving it away as the corruptions began stirring more vigorously. He took a deep breath, and sent a mental warning to the body guards, before stepping back, and locking down the armor, isolating himself again. It would take the corruptions time to overcome him and V'elen, which was cationic and barely stirred anymore, its energy either exhausted or its energy dregs being fully focused on containing the two corruptions. Draiss knew that if V'elen faltered, both him and it would die, and that was only if they both were exceptionally lucky. It took nearly ten minutes before the corruptions were still again, but his left side had another quarter inch of black metal, and his back had another flesh tentacle sprouting. He reactivated his armor, and shook his head, before glancing at the two confirming constructs, idly noting no one had been killed or dismembered during his 'down' time. "Confirmed?"<br/><br/>The constructs nodded, and reverted to the balanced form that they preferred, before spreading out to begin scavenging what they could. "Sorry about that, had a couple times where something appeared to be someone I knew, and then tore a few pieces off me. Once the constructs are done scavenging useful bits, we are abandoning this place. Grab what you need, and meet us topside in..."<br/><br/>He paused, glancing at the constructs, before continuing. "Half an hour. No, not right now, Nadrii,<em><strong>I</strong></em>have no time."