The exterior resisters were quickly cut down, and the one hundred and five line warrior squads held in reserve portalled in near the lower entrances of the fortress, only a few at first. Those first squads were planting charges on the doors and blowing them open before the rest of the squads began pouring into the lowest levels, storming the fortress only until three squads were cut off and swarmed. That tactic was quickly discarded, as three or four squads that got too far ahead were surrounded and swarmed down, though they took most of their swarmers with them as their power cores went critical and exploded, collapsing the passages on top of the few that survived.<br/><br/>The rest of the squads quickly reformed, and then began leapfrogging their way down, pausing to check each room, and opening portals to a holding plane to get prisoners out. The few remaining resisters on the lowest level tried to swarm one of the forward positions, but they fell back to the squad behind them, firing as they pulled back, and suffered no casualties, even as the squads in nearby corridors continued advancing, cutting them off, and quickly revealing that while they were deadly in the open, in the long, straight corridors of the fortress, they were extremely lethal when they could focus their fire.<br/><br/>Draiss turned his attention from the fight, and after a moment, the scar near his left eye and the scar of a burn on his right cheek vanished, as the other personalities politely but firmly put Orcsbane back into confinement. He then smiled at the nude half black, before bowing to her, his bronze scales reforming. "And might I inquire as to your name, ma'am?"<br/><br/>He dropped the planar displacement field, and offered her his hand to help her up, once again his usual charming self, though she might not realize that yet.