Party is everywhere in the fray, not because he really wants to win, but because he's using far less lethal methods and he's aiming to chase out more than capture. He doesn't like any of this and he's going to follow his orders, but if he can save a life or preserve someone's freedom, he's doing it.

Everything is so fast and chaotic that he figures no one will notice that he's purposefully chasing Fae out and that more than once, he pulls his strikes and slows his pace just enough to make sure that they're getting away from him instead of captured or killed.

He does his best to keep his head down and do what he can, but towards the end of the fighting, things settle around him and he starts to really notice all the filled cages. Something snaps in him.

"This ain't what I signed up for. We're gettin' you land, not pets. Can't just put people in kennels." He gestures at the nearest cage, trying to get the attention of anyone around. "This ain't right. It's just gonna keep us all divided!"

The words are out of his mouth before he can consider if it's a smart thing to voice, but he can't help it. There's a panicked, queasy feeling in his chest that he just has to do something about. He can't sit by and see all these things that are just so viscerally wrong to him. His emotions are all over the place, but mostly he's just mad that people can't get over all of this shit.