He stared at the first beating, projecting his displeasure, quietly and in a mortal fashion, before moving on. Each one only increased his displeasure, though he hid it better. He knew, the second he saw one of those 'suits' that they were nothing of the sort, but a manned version of the constructs that had attacked Kammy's citadel. He stepped to the side of the first squad, disgusted at what he was seeing, and sent Avi and Dev a delayed message that would deliver itself as soon as they were safe, informing them that they were not to assist the human faction in this war any more than they had to, and were to stay only as long as it took to identify the Beyonder sources.<br/><br/>He turned about, and headed back to the elven slums, and fumed. He had learned what he needed, and was heading out of the town, and was going to let them do the work, while the death squad stayed nearby to assist if needed. He left the city, sorely tempted to find and assassinate the human leaders in needlessly gory ways, but he refrained, instead sitting down on a stump a distance from the city, and tried to decide how best to proceed. He knew what the result of this war was going to be, one side practically enslaved if not actually, and him interfering would only make it worse. After a moment, he waited until his women were able, and then asked for their honest opinions on the war, and who should lose, and how best to do that.