Draiss grinned, and showed exactly WHY he had told the gods at the party to not fuck with him, as the constructs began to liberally use the core and nova bombs. He had managed to develop shields against the blast, but they took a minute to set up and deploy, and were exceptionally obvious while going up. However, the stations were having a damn field field, as nothing could get to them without getting obliterated by the massed space walkers, a new subtype of the air walkers meant exclusively for vacuum environments. And the stations had their own types of nova and core bombs, and with a targeting observer drone, were accurate down to millimeters. Which, when using a bomb that destroyed everything in a half mile radius, was overkill. Their favorite tactic was to wait until the enemy, who or whatever it was, to mass and began a sweeping charge, and then have one station put five rounds rapid into the front ranks or slightly in front of them, causing them to pile up into the shocked survivors or the units still trying to advance through now exceedingly broken terrain, making a MASSIVE pile up that the other stations them saturated with shots, on average obliterating 90% of the forces as they compressed up against the stalled front ranks.<br/><br/>Draiss would inform the allying gods of the target that he was targeting only allies of Verdelet, and that, if they withdrew now, his constructs would not follow them to their followers and domain, but if they stayed, their Choice had been made, and their death warrants signed. After the first four allied gods had their domains overrun in the most brutal of battles, Draiss personally showing up to finish off the god and absorb their sputtering spark, the constructs allowing no survivors, and hunting down and obliterating the runners, he figured he had made his point. Fuck with him or his, and he would destroy them down past the atomic level, and then build a dance hall over their graves to REALLY rub it in.