I deployed all my enchanted devices in the morning. Then I formed the prison high in the sky before dropping it and adding in the bottom. Much the same as I had done to Evil Eye Umbra, so I did to the Roman incarcerating them into a steel box.
I consulted no one, I asked for no opinions and acted based on my mind.
When questions came, I gave brief, concise answers that seemed to satisfy them. I worked on enchantments for Tara's prosthetic hand. I absorbed myself in magic and worked with astral power.
I checked in later and as predicated Mars had smashed a hole in the box prison. I repaired the damage and fixed it. Petty, but that was their punishment. If they were going to commit war then they would become prisoners.
I knew that any offer of peace, truce or ceasefire would be a trick. I targeted only soldiers. They would suffer for their occupation.