Jeggred glared at the newcomer with open contempt. The over confident leaders of his order were dead and they had looked down upon existence itself as something to be crushed, turned rotten, and left for the carrion.

Carrion like himself. He would do anything needed to see his goals met and protect what needed to be protected. Kill whatever needed to be slain. Even if that meant eradicating everyone in his path.
The problem now was the hunger. Hazed thoughts brought lower by a lack of any substance in his body. No food, little water, surviving the journey from the mountains with not but a water skin. 

In his current state these new foes would overpower him in an instant. The fiery redhead possessed healing magics, blood power caught his eye but nothing to be shared.
The only course of action was to take what he needed and suffer the consequences.

The demon and the red hair were open. A single touch of the blade on healthy individuals like them would be more than enough.. common sense told him not to. Confidence in these times meant you held power. 
Power could be taken by those more powerful; of which Jegged was not. Yet.

"Fools! Time burns, the world rots. Waste your lives."

Jeggred heaved an angry sigh and skulked off, putting away the sword under his many cloaks.

There wouls be others in the city. Weaker folk half dead, sick, or a burden. They would pay the price needed to save another. Jeggred needed only find them. 
If the city guards returned, he would consume them instead. 

No price was too high.