He grinned as Ama figured where her basic limits where, after clearing the tenth floor, and waved her back as he headed to the eleventh. "Next floor is mine, the one after that is yours. I train for nearly worst case, and that means alone, surrounded, and cut off from help or retreat. Not injured or unarmed, I do that back at the domain. But more importantly, make sure it is a sustainable power level. Clearing floor 11 and being out of power at floor 12 is not a good thing."<br/><br/>He personally was a bit surprised the place still followed basic material realm rules, but he wasn't going to complain. The next floor was simply a massacre. He entered it, and waved the opponents back, indicating that he would fight them alone, and allowed them to set up in their optimal positions, if they were intelligent. If not, he simply obliterated them, fighting far more powerfully than he should be, even with his equipment and V'elen at full power. He flaunted his beyonder improvements, reveling in the sensation of being on the cusp of life and death, for he still thought of himself as a mortal, and after so long there, only there did he feel truly alive.