Kamariel was watching him the whole time, impressed by the display of power, picking up a greatsword clearly designed with her in mind, experimenting with it a bit in the open air, as she watches him.<br/><br/>The others arrive, shortly, Aviendha the last to arrive, each one picking out an item they feel closest to. Cerul takes a suit of light chainmail, Tyra grabs a helmet that sparkles with countless gems, Vorela chooses a pair of gauntlets, that shape themselves to her draconic arms. Ulwei chooses a bow that creates arrows when drawn, and Aviendha takes a belt to go along with the shield she received before. Ssrakis dons a suit of feather-light leather armor, while Saarisi takes a battlehammer, and Nadriina hefts a thick staff, crafted from seven different kinds of wood.<br/><br/>The women are fairly distracted, looking over their items, and most of them miss 'his' slip towards chaos, but, when the voice begins yelling, they all stiffen, and turn towards him. "Draiss? Are you alright? What's happening?" "We need to shut this down, immediately! Something's gone wrong!" "Stand behind me," Aviendha says, calmly, stepping forward and drawing her shield, ready to defend the others, while Kamariel steps up beside her, stepping into the range of her shield, to allow the angel to defend her, which draws a surprised look, for only an instant, from everyone else. The non-epic women retreat behind the rest, the dragons moving to their flanks, to protect them. Nadriina steps in behind the outsiders, drawing up a significant amount of magic, though she hesitates, to see where it might need to be applied.