Draiss felt his eyes instinctively widen as the assassin struck where, by all rights, Draiss should have been. However, Draiss did catch enough of the assassin's aura as the concealment ability vanished to realize how he was doing it, and while the assassin managed to slip away, the constructs put enough fire toward him to at least convince him to not try that again. Draiss idly eviscerated a balor as the assassin vanished, noting that the male was so highly corrupted with beyonder energies that he wasn't sure if the male was simply tainted, or an actual host. Either way, he knew that was likely the replacement for the blackguard that had turned against Verdelet, and that the bastard would likely challenge him later. Probably right before the ritual area. He glanced around, and shook his head. "Stick to the plan, and screw getting a perimeter. KEEP PRESSING!"<br/><br/>He personally led the continued charge, and FELT the shock in the opposing forces, as the constructs defied every known, standard battle strategy by simply pressing on, as they had clearly expected the constructs to try and make a perimeter. Ama and the others likely take a while to understand why he was doing such a risky, and admittedly insanely suicidal, action, but Sabrael and any other elder war strategist would realize the equally powerful payoffs if it worked, as Verdelet's entire battle line suddenly found a massive hole deep in its center, and pressing deeper. Draiss used spells, threads of Fate, and other abilities to guesstimate where the surprises lay, using balefire to clear the worst concentrations or just marking the indestructible ones with a version of faerie fire that only the constructs could see. He still lost forces to them, but not nearly as many as he might have, the avatars assisting with clearing the advance while constructs and aspects continued to blast anything nearby and hostile.