There were about a hundred billions things that any sane being would have said, but for some reason, Draiss' sense of humor kicked in, even as the two avatars warped in to flank and protect the three others. "DAMN Bitch you have gotten BIG! What chu been eatin'?"<br/><br/>There was a moment of shocked silence, even from Tiamat, before one of the avatars groaned from under the shield the two of them had put up, and shook its head. "Trust the main unit to make a smart ass comment in the face of total annihilation. He is going to laugh at his own funeral, I swear."<br/><br/>The second one shook its head, before grounding its staff and leaning against it. "Well, statistically speaking, their power levels are about equal, and that portal isn't stable enough for her to fully manifest. So she can't go all out, else the portal will destabilize and behead her, and I doubt she wants that. So the main unit actually has a fairly decent advantage, and we are here, so the advantage is definitely more in his favor."<br/><br/>Draiss turned and glared at his two avatars, before slamming his staff into the ground hard enough to embed the bottom foot into the solid stone. He then began undoing the catches for his equipment, and hanging it on the staff, which sprouted several small 'branches,' becoming a clothes rack. He finally hung his robes on it, and clad only in his white shirt, leather pants, and shoes, smiled up at Tiamat. "You are welcome to try, ma'am, but I am afraid you are going to have to work to pull this 'destruction' off. And I want to talk to you about that little 'maneuver' your forces did on my homeplane when we were being overrun by undead and demons. The one where your forces waited until everyone was committed to stopping the army, and then your groups hit the living from behind."