Draiss was well aware the sudden difficulty spike was being recorded, as was the fact that both of the surviving ones seemed to have a shadow hanging out just behind their shoulder, one arm wrapped around their chest, the other hand holding their shoulder, its 'mouth' right by the being's ear. Most of the surviving population had fled, the attacks had een set up to allow for clear lanes of retreat for the civilians, but the sheer speed and power had meant that the attacks would inflict unnaturally high casualities. Draiss was glad to have temporarily sealed the plane, three of the remaining eight avatars in the attack focusing on the one that had gotten lucky and caught avatar seven while in a bad position and unable to dodge or deflect the blow properly. The other five were simply redirecting the redirects back into the insane parasite tainted enemy, and seemed to be well aware they were losing that battle, the wreckage of several hovertanks and transports a mute testament to the sheer power of their opponent. They were simply holding until the other three finished and could join them, the eight of them hopefully enough to keep it contained until its power was drained enough to put it on the defensive. More units continued to funnel into the plane, the block preventing anything from leaving other than data and information.<br/><br/>The Reaper finally chased down the demonic vampire lord, muttering about the redicilous zombie ninja robot pirates it had to deal with lately, as it began to engage it in its lair.