Enforcer Steel was still on the ground, groaning in some kind of nauseated tone, "Ahhhhhhhgh! Worst. Hangover. Ever," Ananke flew down, holding the last surviving glass of (Now flat) Champagne from the party, which Steel accepted and drank. "So, we were out for a month? Hell, that's enough time for the entire planet to be taken over if you have a good plan and an army. And they had a good plan. Take out all the warriors, demoralize them, and kill them when they show back up. Normally I'd just say cut and run, but nobody here's going to do that," He rose to his feet, stretched, and brushed off his now dirty uniform.