[Main Street, North Side]

For a moment, as the Child of Light proclaimed his authority, the two combatants stood still, eyeing one another furtively. Looking for an opening, a moment of distraction. Each was tense, and acted as an experienced fighter. Finally, the tall figure spoke, his voice filled with mangled verbs and an influx of emphasis. It was a clear side effect of someone else attempting to use his Vocal Chords. "Stand down, Child of Light. I am an agent of the Priestess. This is Overseer business." Both sides were ready to reengage one another on the merest of whims, but one the fighting had slowed, neither wanted to be the first one to move - fearful of losing some slight advantage that might turn the tides.

As a Child of Light, Barto was of course familiar with the Priestess. One of the members of the Overseer Council, a frightful woman often referred to as the Queen of Spiders. She lead a 'religion', or more accurately an ideology, that dictated that all the world had a place to fill. A form of extreme communism, which she enacted forcefully through use of mind control. She controlled a lot of the trade routes towards the Earth, and was feared for her immense psychic powers. While it was unlikely that this puppet's controller was the Priestess, it was not impossible.

"Yeah, it's overseer business all right!" The figure with the black gauntlets smirked, glaring upwards at the emotionless puppet. "You see, I represent the... the Clown! That's illegal, right?" As dictated by the Laws of the Children, agents of the Overseers could not do battle with one another, and while this certainly didn't prevent minor spats, it had up until this point prevented a war from breaking out that would tear apart the entirety of Aegis.

The Clown, also, was a familiar name. It referred to a Demon of unknown origins that fed on suffering, named for it's appearance as a twisted, inhuman clown. Whilst technically speaking it held no real power, it was feared throughout the city for it's cruelty and knowledge of torture. It blessed those that did his bidding with the capability to ignore all pain, as their suffering was directly channelled to their master. 

In the meantime, of course, Aeshma - without removing entirely his attention from the business in the street - had located the remains of several weapons in the rubble. And, more importantly, the mostly intact shop behind the hole. It's owner had fled, leaving behind a whole pile of usable merchandise.

There was no limit of what weapons could be sold in Aegis, and that laxness could be clearly seen represented in the stock being offered in this shop. Most of it consisted of heavy weapons, many of which were built specifically for beings with superhuman strength - the recoil would tear a normal man in half. From massive railguns to what appeared to be some kind of fusion between a gattling gun and a rocket launcher, born from the destructive genius of man. Full Auto shotguns, depleted uranium bullets, hollowpoint and AP rounds, shrapnel and heat-based rockets, a variety of grenades.....

There was enough gear here to suit up a small army.