Draiss nodded, giving her a quick hug, and a simple mental message, just a single emotion that only her and Inari ever really experienced, though the companions got varying degrees of it.<br/><br/>Draiss didn't respond to Ama entering the command center, the command center's screens having apparently absorbed his full attention. It wasn't until she leaned against him that she would realize that Draiss wasn't in the command center any more, but rather an illusion had replaced him at some point. The constructs had advanced through fields of fire and death that would have shattered any other army a thousand times, but they had charged through them with no concern to their own welfare, only shredding the enemy defenders mattered, pressing them back where nova and core bombs could wipe out entire armies worth of opponents. They were within artillery range of the Final Fortress, where Verdelet was definitely holed up, but the advanced had stalled to a crawl, and in some places the combined might and firepower that Verdelet was throwing against them was slowly forcing them back.<br/><br/>A single screen changed as Ama realized what Draiss had done, showing him in the Death Squad hanger, every death squad construct gathered behind him, every one of his aspects in ten foot tall power armor that would be able to take on a hunter killer without issue, and his nine avatars gathered about them. All of them swayed to the music reverberating through the hanger, the song Injection so loud it was less music, more noise, but all of them seemed bigger, more threatening then they had even after removing their last limiters. The song ended, and Draiss turned to the assembled troops, his helmet in one hand, an energy blade in the other. "Brothers, children! Constructs of destruction, aspects of Choice, avatars of the Archdragon. We will have no mercy, give no quarter, take no prisoners, and leave no survivors! DEATH SQUADS!"<br/><br/>He paused, and impaled his helmet on the energy blade, and held it up so all could see it with a suitably theatrical flourish. "WITH ME? WHO WILL COME WITH ME?"<br/><br/>He turned, as the 'hole' that they had noticed in the portal defenses not hours before was exploited, the portal springing to life instantly, and he charged, not bothering to wait for the others, leading the only way he knew how, from the front, by example, with a complete and utter disregard for his own safety. The portal suddenly warped, energy spikes blindly firing into the roaring, charging mass, the portal spreading completely across the length of the hanger, as Ama realized that the hanger that her mate was charging out of and into the most literal definition of hell was cut off, and she had no way of getting to it in time to get to the portal. Hundreds of constructs went down every second, several aspects impaled through the armor built to go toe to toe with avatars, but for every one that went down, at least five got through unscathed, weapons already discharging as they appeared right in the thick of Verdelet's army, far too close for the Fortress' built in artillery to target without dealing even more damage to her own defenders than to the attackers. It was the charge that would be remembered as the turning point of the war, regardless of how it turned out.<br/><br/>Across the back line of the stalker's lines, thousands of portals opened, some only for a couple seconds, others for minutes, as every surviving air unit from across the multiplanarverse charged in, throwing themselves against AA fire so thick it seemed solid enough to walk on, many exploding, more going down in flames, but all firing as they went, blowing holes in the defenses for the later units of the waves to exploit, the sudden application of all his force against a single front of Verdelet's defenses, combined with his sudden charge against the heart of the defenders, hopefully paralyzing her subordinate commanders long enough for the push to prove fatal for her. A couple seconds would do.