Nadriina represses the urge to look horrified, though some of the more squeamish among the party look away, or cover their mouths. Kamariel seems less interested in Draiss, than in the fight. Specifically, the anti-air guns. "Those are interesting. I figured you'd devise something like that, but... not your enemy. Any lesser attack squad would be torn to ribbons."<br/><br/>"Draiss..." Nadriina says, finally, summoning up her courage. "Just... don't do something stupid. There are people in there, who don't deserve to die, not this way. I--" She cuts off, as, on one of the screens, a squad of Air Walkers suddenly jerk, and stop in mid-air, as what looks like a giant hand encompasses them, and crushes them, albeit with quite a bit of difficulty, given how strong a material they're made from. Those that can see the flows of magic can see where this 'hand' originates from; the throne room of the citadel, a long, shimmering trail leading back to its heart. "That must be the imp," Aviendha says, softly, as she realizes what they're seeing.