Draiss turned around as the explosion blasted several fragments of the door past him, and shook his head, before pointing to the constructs, and warping reality. "Hang back boys, this one is mine."<br/><br/>He strode forward, before nodding politely to the force dragon. "Sir, going to respectfully suggest you stop that before I beat you senseless and turn you into a rug."<br/><br/>He shifted to his huge Night Fury form, crystals growing along the outsides of his limbs and down his back, and smiled. "After all, pretty sure a beyonder host, rank 15 god beats a beyonder tainted rank 5. But I might be off about that math there."