Christian was trying to fight off the boredom of the recent weeks. While he usually enjoyed the day to day routine of the circus, he was feeling a little caged by the quiet monotony. He was a demon of war who had lived for eons for the thrill of the fight and for death. He enjoyed when the circus was in upheaval but he wasn't sure he wanted another attack. He was contemplating finding a war. An ethnic cleansing or civil war would give him a boost of good energy.
He was making his rounds, herding the lingering humans to the gate and making sure no one was hiding. He employed a few rough techniques and sometimes a little flash of dark eyes or a hiss of demonic language. It amused him to taste the fear in the stragglers.
The Lagoon was nearly his last stop and he didn't bother to rush even when he heard the small human scream. A smile curved his lips as he stepped into the tent. "Well, I was hoping he would put up a bigger fight." Not so she could be injured or hurt but because he would have liked to toy with the drunken man. He looked her over to make sure she was fine.