There were some casualties taken, by his onslaught, but only a couple, at most, and only the smallest. The nine Tails merely looks amused, holding in one of his upturned paws a ball of energy; Draiss can sense at least four of his spells, wrapped up in the ball, still dangerous, but bound by the Nine's power. "I think your dropped this, little rat. Here, take it back," he says, apparently causally tossing the orb, at near lightning speeds, back towards Draiss. "There will be no surrender, and you will not be enough to destroy even my eldest sons, let alone me. Flee now, and perhaps I will spare you a while longer."