[Main Street]

Aeshma flicked his tail in annoyance as chaos broke out less than a hundred meters from him on the street. He magically blended his massive, hooved form into the shadows of a shop beside him, leaving only his fiery eyes visible against the darkness to watch the irritating mayhem. Such fools, the demon mused to himself as he looked over the combatants to judge their powers and alignments. Likely a couple of young metagang members had accidentally found each other. The Overseers' grip on Aegis was laughable, at least in the eyes of a wise demon such as Aeshma. He planned to do a much better job once he brought the overseers to their knees. 

Now, however, was a time of strategics, planning, and manipulation. No demon with any intelligence ever acted without information. Aeshma believed bluffing was for lowly, weak fools, fools that should do his bidding.

Instantly and naturally, he searched the minds and hearts of the two fighters. Why were they here? What were they feeling? What were their thoughts? Sometimes, he could tell which of a pair of fighters was going to win by their level of belief in themselves. Emotion empowered the soul, and soul empowered the body.