Xukhezur's mood sank as he spied the beholder's emergence and the massive dragon's arrival near the main gate. He knew his attempts to further harass and delay the demonic forces were going to be much less effective, even moreso if he were to get too close to the beholder and fall within the reach of its antimagic eye and its apparent ability to dispel and nullify magical effects, given the mayhem wrought by his last effect was quickly quelled and those involved brought back to focus. As the beholder's eye rays were directed at him in anticipation of his movements, Xukhezur did his best to spin out of the way a few dozen yards short of the main gate's large inner courtyard and still about fifteen yards above the ground, banking his effigy up and back around to his right, away from the demons in the courtyard with a lurch. For a moment Xukhezur feared those rays were ones of disintigration, and although two of them ultimately struck his craft, the form-stablizing protomorphic modifcation he'd made to it spared him what could have been a swift plumet and crash landing. He attempted to flee upward and to the west, to hopefully buy time for some new decisions. Knowing that getting to where he was now could have been made more difficult, and apprehensive of the possibility that those in charge of the demonic forces might now want to draw him in, he was also momentarily thankful there hadn't been more magical attacks directed at him during his approach. He wasted no time in telepathically beckoning his optic orbs to provide him with a report on whether or not the city's populace had all filed into the sewers at this point.