"They're fine, fine, fine! All good and healthy. Don't want to hurt my new followers, do I?" he asks, with a laugh, having, apparently, shrugged off the blow. While he doesn't stop Draiss, he does follow, clearly enjoying this game, and giving Draiss a chance to see the women, clearly believing he's much stronger than Draiss... which wouldn't be an unreasonable assumption, if Draiss were only mortal. As it is, he's powerful, having nearly a dozen divine ranks, but clearly doesn't know the extent of his abilities, or how to use them effectively. He is likely to unleash nasty, unpredictable abilities during an actual fight, though, which almost makes him as dangerous as a god who knows what he's doing.<br/><br/>Ama seems a bit surprised at the request, but she can sense the urgency, and is running as soon as she receives it. The women are, indeed, fine; all of them huddled into back rooms, clustered together, fearful, though, at the sight of him, the real him, sends a ripple of hope through them... and a surge of anger through the twisted doppleganger. "WHY!? Why do they love YOU, and not ME?! I'm better! I'm stronger, I'm more powerful! Why do they want YOU?!" he howls.