Jessica is out the door, almost before he can finish his release, sending out the word to gather her followers, and joining in on the greatest Hunt, sweeping across the planes. Others depart not long after, eager to actually help in the war effort, though most take large squadrons of constructs with them, for protection, or to assist in combat.<br/><br/>While the bomb is being prepared, Barid merely grins at Draiss' reaction. "Why, Arcaniss, you wound me! Pointing weapons at me, your old friend, calling me crazy... I'll have you know that I am certifiably<em>insane.</em>Well? What are you waiting for? Go on! SHOOT ME!"<br/><br/>There's a moment of silence, as the constructs pointedly don't shoot, before he sighs. "Bah. And I'm not here for anything other than a front row seat to the greatest show this cycle has to offer. Wouldn't miss it for anything. Besides, I need to get a chance to meet all of my future protectorates."