Draiss watched the attacks against his Chaos scorpions, and snorted as two of them stood back up after the attacks, and continued to lay into the encampment. He watched the attack, and shook his head, before removing a hand from his pocket, and catching the attack with it, though it does push him nearly ten feet from his starting position, though only because he was busy putting nearly three dozen attacks into the kitsune while the line whipped toward him. "Really?"<br/><br/>Tiny pieces of rock and gravel had been floating upward, a sign that gravity was slowing being subverted by the sheer amount of power Draiss was putting out, before a loud crack resonated through the area, and several  large, huge, and gargantuan sections of the ground tore themselves loose, and began floating skyward. "I was thinking that I might have to go all out here. Guess I was wrong. I would say... DR 7, or about a hair over 50%."<br/><br/>Draiss pulled the other hand from his pocket, still holding onto the line of energy with his right hand, and pointed at the head of the kitsune. "Bang."<br/><br/>The result was spectacular, though he figured it was not enough, the hundred of explosions of the essence iron into the creature's flesh would be damaging, but not fatal. But he was bored, and tired of Gray and White constantly keeping him in check, but for the moment, Black was free of restraints. The essence of iron dissipated after it moved more than a few inches from the creature, even as his Chaos Scorpions continued to tear the encampment apart. He blurred forward, and stopped inches from the kitsune's face. "Punt."<br/><br/>The creature would feel as if several metric tons of force had suddenly been applied to its upper chest and throat, hopefully throwing it into the air, readying it from Black's next attack.