They want the people to know they are listening. It will only be a spectacle if their assurances that they'll weigh in what the people want are ultimately just words.

[He needed there to be enough chaos to get to the box and drop his vote in. A fight breaking out wouldn't last long before cooler heads prevailed and broke it up or moved it away from the box. But it would serve to get people moving around enough for him to get over there. However, it seemed it would need a spark to get going.

He frowned a little deeper and let one of his arms drop to his side where he formed a small ball of blue hellfire. Barely larger than a small pearl bead. Not enough to even be seen unless one was looking directly at it.

And then he flicked it at one of the people getting yelled at - there was someone very in their face at the moment. A quick, sharp jab by a ball of fire hitting them in the stomach would feel very much like someone in the crowd had taken a swing. And that... that would get a fight started in 3... 2... 1...

A punch was thrown and then it was mayhem.

Daqiang looked over at G'raha.]

This venerable one will return in a moment.

[And without waiting for a response or to see if G'raha lunged forward to try and help break up the fight, Daqiang became invisible.]