Draiss didn't even flinch, and instead of dodging, he simply pulsed out a blast of balefire, incinerating the roots as he headed deeper. He headed deeper, obliterating the attempts to hinder or harm him with barely a thought, before pausing as he stepped into the room. He nodded to his daughters, dismissed their companions with a glance, and focused on Svala. He frowned, before resuming his progress, dismissing most of the offensive spells around him, leaving only defenses and basic offenses meant as interceptors, to hit and either deflector or absorb incoming attacks. He looked his old friend over, his expression becoming one of slight pain. "You, Svala, look like hell. Guessing the marilith or the assassin got to you."<br/><br/>He coughed, and winced slightly, before glancing at her, and raising an eyebrow. "So now what? We fight, or you come over to my side?"