Something about Draiss would seem a little different, not Black, but something with less... care, compassion, some higher emotions would feel like they had been stripped from him. "Fight... back? Hahaha. That... is... funny. You... win... nothing... else... matters. History... written... by... winners... losers... whine... about... fairness... honor... glory... after... ground... into... extinction."<br/><br/>He was looking back at Nadriina over his left shoulder, a large, slightly bleeding wound bracketing his left eye and merging into a single line under it, forming a 'Y', before turning back, redefining the attack profile. The Phoenix bombers began to gamely climb, trying to rise up, above the clouds, but nearly a dozen of them were torn open, the critically damaged bombers arcing down to slam into formations inside the clouds, throwing out their munitions in an attempt to take even more enemies with them. The first volleys of the anti-air guns caught a few of the Air Walkers by surprise, nearly a half dozen torn to shreds, and another dozen or so would suddenly accelerate into the locations where the ant-air units were, slamming into the areas before exploding spectacularly, though not as large as the bombers. After the initial shots thought, most of the agile Air Walkers continued to strafe the locations, often coming in from different directions to strafe a location, easily sliding through and around the shots, though a handful were caught in crossfires, and either exploded in midair or accelerated into the cubbyholes that housed the guns.<br/><br/>"Redirect... bombers... sweep... toward... fortress. Leave... nothing... that... doesn't.. surrender... alive."<br/><br/>High above the summoned electric storm clouds, the bombers formed up in loose formations, and began circling, before coming in over the small field fortress' that the Shadow Stalkers had deployed, and began releasing their small bombs on carefully timed releases. The first bombs slammed into the ground in a 'V' formation, shredding only ground with the magical fury they had unleashed, but then the second wave of bombs hit, the carefully timed releases causing them to slam into the ground and detonate just behind the failing wave of destructive force of the first bombs. Any demon looking at the wave would notice that the second bombs seemed to blast a good bit more violently, but then the third wave of bombs landed, against just behind the wave of the first two bombs, and now the blast wave seemed to have a silver shimmer to it. By the seventh bomb, now dropping in the middle of the furthest ranks of demons, and was now nearly unstoppable. One demon had the bright idea of using a force wall to try and disrupt the wall of destruction sweeping toward it, but the eight bombs landed, and the explosion seemed to roll around it, engulfing the wall of force and moving on with barely a hiccup to show for the attempt. At the end of the run, nearly forty bombs later, only shredded and pulped earth remained for the half mile that the bombs had covered, and those bombers pulled up and back into the flight patterns above, as more bombers dropped down, and began repeating the process, walking the explosions in toward the fortress and shredding the army.<br/><br/>"You... complained... about... no... chance... to... fight... back? Well... inside... they... will... have... plenty... of... chances. The... warriors... are... unstoppable... at... range... but... in... close... they... can... be... defeated... by... swarming. Hence... the... teleport... blocking. Harder... to... coordinate... the... swarming. Might... be... enough... might... not."<br/><br/>He considered the collapsing demon area, and the numbers of Shadow Stalkers that had been destroyed or rendered unable to fight. Sixty seven line warriors when a catapult had breached the front wall and the demon horde had managed to get in close had accounted for those. One destroyed Gorilla siege unit, same fortress, the boulder had bounced through the wall and then through the upper portion of the units torso, destroying the main computer. Twenty nine air walkers, which then clicked to thirty three as several vrocks and a surviving anti-air gun got a few kills in. Twenty five Phoenix bombers, destroyed when the enemy ground forces had critically damaged the inner engines on the wings, revealing a design flaw. He didn't have the destroyed demon numbers, they didn't do those as Draiss honestly didn't care.<br/><br/>He glanced back over his shoulder, and smiled at Nadriina, a blank sort of smile that lacked any good humor, but wouldn't have looked at all out of place on a demon. Vorela, right beside her, would recognize that scar and smile, the same ones he had had on his face when he had first met her. He had later gotten the scar removed, but it had been a gift from an orc during his orcbane years.