Draiss didn't have a more pressing fire mission for the frigate or the stations, so kept them firing at the main defensive battery, if only to keep it busy with the frigate rather than blasting massive holes in his lines. Done, he put his final orders to the commanders, as organic troops continued to mass at the back of the staging area, waiting to hit the critical mass they needed. The constructs still worked to clear the worst of the enemy emplacements, so the organics wouldn't get utterly slaughtered, but it was still going to be one of the worst fights any of the gods had ever seen for them, and that was after the constructs had already done the heavy lifting.<br/><br/>He nodded to several of the summoned heroes, before glancing at Sabrael. "Wondering where you were. Was worried you had fallen asleep at the back. We already did the noisy part, so you guys can handle the rest, yeah?"<br/><br/>He turned back to the death squads, who were reorganizing themselves and digging in near the doors, setting up heavy weapons and the Heavies that were pouring through, defensive barriers coming online to keep the outer troops outside, hopefully catching the enemy between the tower and the advancing allies. Once the worst of the damaged death squad constructs were entrenched and doing their level best to convince the enemy that charging their lines was an extremely bad idea, even moreso than reporting their failure to break it to Verdelet, he turned to the other constructs. "Alright boys, the squishies here think we are done and need a break. My question is... What the god damned hells are you still doing out here? Last construct through that door is buying the first round for the entire army, and don't think dying is going to get you out of it! Advance!"<br/><br/>He slammed a new power cell into the pack of his armor, and nodded to the organics. "Disposables first, then you sweep in and start clearing things out behind us. Clear the bottom, and then sweep each floor as you move up, but be ready to make a dash for the portals at the drop of a hat. Mad dash for the shuttles and Asmodeus gets the hind most, and all that. Give us one minute to get their lines turned, and then sweep them. Ama, Inari, grab four of your best, and get on the line, you are with me. Sabrael, keep this rabble together, if I get hit from behind, I am going to be very disappointed if my armors' paint job gets chipped."<br/><br/>The fight through the door was as nasty as he anticipated, the entire entry hall was a damn death trap, and for the first time in any of his incarnations that had encountered Verdelet, he honestly couldn't nitpick their positions. Well placed, minimal exposure, close combat units behind low cover near the door, low enough to not get blasted by the rear ranks, but close enough that the death squads had bogged down on the third barriers. At least a hundred of the constructs were down, and he leveled a prototype weapon at the upper levels, knowing that if it wasn't for this weapon, he wouldn't be getting many of his constructs through the room. A squeeze of the trigger and he swept the barrel to the side, as the entire upper left side balcony level vanished in a beam of balefire, before he repeated the manuever on the right, and then threw the overclocking cannon at the middle balconies, where its explosion tore a nice hole in the center. A cry for the constructs to rally, and he charged, taking several hits through the armor as several snipers dropped their non-detection abilities to begin showering him with shots, and he was back in the fray. "Ladies, might wanna wait a couple seconds, enemy marksmen on the upper levels and they are hitting hard today. You two DID remember to get your armors from the constructs assigned to you as bodyguards, right?"