He gave Inari a bland stare in return, before pointing out that the Inari was even more battle scarred than the Amaterasu, but that both had been in the thick of every one of his several thousand space battles, and neither had flinched, failed, or faltered once. And both of them were named after the two women who had never, even in his worst moments, ever failed him either. It was both a homage and a challenge for the ships, and both had done an admirable job of keeping true to it. The questions he answered with as short an answer as possible, but the last one had him freeze, before reaching up and rubbing his shoudler, glancing back at Jashah, whom he had bullied into coming along. Her people had done without her for years, and a couple weeks away, with a dedicated transport to get her home inside of a quarter an hour in case of an emergency, would be more than enough to keep them from dying out without her.<br/><br/>He sighed, before kneeling down, and shrugging, as the ship's comm system announced they were above the domain again. "Let me answer that when we get to the plane. Less collateral damage to occur down there if my memories consume me. Plus, I suspect everyone wants to get a lick in for 'abandoning' all of you for that long, and that way, we don't damage the hanger."<br/><br/>His armor reformed, and he headed for the edge of the hanger. "Everyone else, take the transports. I will be ground side shortly, the way we often got down. Head first, though without the usual lasers, missiles, and projectiles sailing around me."<br/><br/>He had gotten to the edge of the hanger, and reformed his helm, before leaping off the edge, and then activating his thrusters, heading directly 'down' toward the plane. The Companions and kids, once onboard and moving to follow, would see hundreds of different ships, appearing like mirages, around them, blasting at each other with the fury of the damned, though shots that would have hit instead sailed through, showing it was just a projection from the transport's records. The ships blurred, and vanished, only to have similar ones reappear in different locations, and then doing so again, and again, and again, hundreds upon thousands of battles show as brief recordings, in the short time it took to get down to the planet. Once down, they unloaded near the physical entrance to the domain, at the base of the mountain, where Draiss squatted in a crater, from his landing, an utterly massive two handed war mace resting across his knees, his armor fully formed around him. Even as they stepped in, battle appeared around them, massive barbarians, inhuman aliens, blood crazed fanatics, all of them screaming war cries as they charged to a small knot of constructs and Draiss, beyond where he actually crouched. It went on for nearly ten more minutes, before he looked up. "I left because the portal would have destroyed me if I hadn't dived into it. I 'took' so long because I had no control on when the portal that had dragged me off would return, or where it would drop me off. And I survived. I did not function, I did not live, I did not even truly survive. I simply staggered forward, destroying whatever was in my path, to come home. So if you still think ill of me for doing what I had to, to ensure you had a future, if you still hold me in contempt, for taking so long despite it being the absolute fastest way home, then you get one free hit. Any more, and I will designate you as a training hostile, and react accordingly."<br/><br/>The armor flowed back into him, though the mace remained, its aura one of the most powerful taints Draiss had ever encountered, 'contained' only because it hadn't killed him as he had desperately grabbed it after shattering his Sivridut on a greater chaos daemon, its five accomplices not amused at him having killed two. He had had the option of either death, or grabbing the weapon and using it, nevermind it SHOULD have killed him the moment he touched the handle. Anyone else would get blasted, though if they survived, it MIGHT tolerate them wielding it, like it did Draiss. He simply lifted the massive mace, whirled it around once so that it was weighted end down, and released it. It dropped maybe a foot, and embedded itself nearly four feet into the ground, leaving two feet of shaft out of the ground. A field shimmered over and around it, preventing anyone else from touching, as he stood up, and stood at ease, his hands behind his back, a resting pose. "So come on, if you think you are hard enough."