"What, only one floor? Not going up the other eight? Last one to the boss buys the drinks, and first round is on ME!"<br/><br/>The constructs immediately began leaping up, hitting the edge of the hole and then vaulting up to the next one, firing as they went, the computer reflexes fast enough to kill anything near the holes as they went, leaving the rest to ascend in a less harried fashion, though Draiss and his avatars were right behind them. He figured she might have one or two here, hence why he kept four avatars with him, but more than that was putting too many eggs in one basket, even if it WAS her main base. He linked everyone into the construct communication array, not remembering that they weren't used to keeping up with dozens of reports and orders per second as the collective acted and reacted to the ebb and flow of battle, demo team one already in place and planting their charges, before heading to the next area. The bombardment was doing moderately well, worse than hoped, better than feared, the defenses not geared to a massive incursion, a reverse of the assault on his abyssal fortress that Harley had led. One of the avatars sent out a public thought, taunting Verdelet.<em>Hey snaky-poo! I R in UR base, killing UR dudes! Come out and play! Cause I am ALWAYS right behind you. No matter where you go, what you do, turn around, and there I will be.</em><br/><br/>He grinned, and kept pressing to the top, sensing a massive power gathering there, already formidable, and slowly growing ever larger. He winced, figuring it was the reason Hiana had come back, to ensure this attempt had not failed.