You would be walking down at a spot in the city but you stop and peek by the corner to see some red demon-like imp, with a round dimpled moving and pushing belly, holding a flintlock pistol in one hand and hitting his chest with the other as if trying to burp, which he does and burps out some western coat that flies to the ground Shit, Your a serious fighter in there. The demon says after a grunt when whoever inside his belly seems to punch or kick inside, struggling as much as possible.