Draiss was grabbing the dying male's elbow, a typical response his constructs had learned from him, and nodded as he held Kyuubi's eyes.<em>Gladly, and the drow will pay for this treachery. I swear it upon my true name and soul. Maybe not in death, but they will regret it. I will catch up with you on the flip side, brother.</em><br/><br/>He smiled, a sad smile even as tears flowed, knowing Kyuubi wouldn't understand the last phrase, one used by his death squad constructs as they passed a task onto another unit when they were too damaged to do it, usually right before either dying or detonating their power cores. He stood up, and sent a thought to his personal sixteen death squad, to assemble in front of Lloth's palace ASAP. He waited until Kyuubi finally relaxed into death's arms, and whispered a prayer for death to judge him gently, before warping to Lloth's palace in the Demonwebs, and going into full war mode, before kicking the doors in. The constructs were still mobilizing, and wouldn't be there for nearly two minutes. He nodded politely to the hostess and guide, before speaking in a voice that would have terrified death. "Move aside, ma'am, or be moved. Your mistress has much to answer to me for."