Draiss rolled his shoulder, and figured that, while he might have maybe half of his divine ranks back, and almost all of his levels, these opponents were fully outfitted, as opposed to him with his salvaged items. He hummed to himself, idly doing the math, and not liking the numbers he came up with, especially when he included the next fifty levels into it. He considered his options for a moment, before bowing to his opponents, and pulling out the Swing Wing. "Maybe next time."<br/><br/>He used the Swing Wing, and with a semi-familiar feel of disorientation common with teleportations, he was back in the fortress, in the center of the cleared area he had noted on the way in. He nodded to himself, understanding its purpose, before checking in with his avatars, making sure the planes were still spinning and all that, before pawning off the useless items, and heading back in.