Davitus was frankly shocked, he had deferred to the humans out of professional courtesy. This was after all, their planet. Not his. But he hadn't expected one of the fools to go charging in half-cocked with no plan and immediately begin blasting in a crowded area with civilians. Not that he particularly liked the majority of humans, but that was simply unprofessional, and even the inane average human didn't deserve to be made into a casualty because of some youth with too much power and not enough wisdom. And to top it all off Grayson was here and Davitus was convinced that they were in for a lecture after all of this. [color=aba000][i]Wonderful. Simply wonderful.[/i][/color] 

He had no idea of the foe's capabilities, or even if he was actually a foe. Davitus would have preferred a quiet takedown or stealthy assessment but alas. So Davitus resolved to let his "teammate" handle the situation for now. Let him get pummeled around a little bit to get a better sense of the battle. As for his part, there were some humans that needed to make themselves scarce. Davitus ducked behind a column, slipping over a second mask he kept in his pocket and pulling down a fire alarm, sirens clanging through the air as he reached into his hidden hilts and drew several small daggers held between the fingers. He flung them with expert precision and superhuman strength and several glass windows facing the outside world shattered. Hordes of people immediately began rushing out and Davitus nimbly weaved through the crowd before leaping up and back to perch on a balcony, taking an overwatch position and drawing two daggers.