Driass was busy overseeing the battle, and didn't bother to do more than glance at the angels until he finished, and nearly choked at their 'armor,' or more accurately, the most fantasy female armor that he had ever not seen. He sighed, before turning to Ama and Inari. "I swear to the overdeities, I did NOT have anything to do with this."<br/><br/>He directed the transport to land, and dropped the back ramp, letting them head out and see what he meant. The constructs had mentioned a magical accident had stranded them nearby, and that their commander was just going over the battle report and would be joining them shortly. That gave his mates time to see the plate mail bikinis, and the glowing runes that surrounded them, as well as the rest of them, before he came out, his armor in standby mode. He wore his fine but fairly simple red silk shirt and black silk pants, and nodded to the leader, before speaking. "I am the commander of these troops. And we have fought something extremely similar before. How long has it been like this, and is there somewhere safer to have this conversation?"<br/><br/>He gestured to the second squad, who grabbed elemental casters and headed off, one pair to finish cleaning up, the other to hunt down the rest of the undead. If the undead could take divine rank five construct war gods, then he was going to eat his armor.