The demon watched the combatants momentarily, measuring their attributes as only one with his abilities could. The one with the gauntlets was very strong and durable, and apparently well-motivated by something so childish as vengeance. He would make a useful servant.  The other... Aeshma scoffed at him. The light-wielder was already pathetically dominated. He was nothing more than a vessel, a cannon.... a nice one, but complete mind control was a pain in the ass. 

Aeshma's expression turned sour as one of those abhorrent paladins blithely stepped out. Such arrogance and pride. Aeshma himself fit into that category, and it made him chuckle in the shadows. If he pulled the right strings, he could end up with a new servant and a dead child of the light today. His orange eyes scanned the debri from the exploded weapons shop nearby. Sliding through the shadows, he drew closer. Fate had even provided him free weapons.