He still didn't move, merely watching the display and analyzing the defense, already noting the various holes it in. Solid, maybe, but a single antimagic shell and she would be fucked, while he could still punt her to the moon and back. He activated an anti-magic shell, and moved up, his war maul making cautious but powerful strikes as he started the first round.<br/><br/>Outside, a construct decloaked, and sat on the edge of the monastery. "So, boss is playing again. This might be fun. Channel opening, linking rest of the squad in. Drones recording for posterity."