[The fireballs then go on to splatter against the table and it's only because the food is on fire that the imps start to care about the fight beyond the entertainment value.
They hiss and swarm the two, scratching and biting at everything they can reach.]
I could say the-- Kaffas! What are these blasted creatures?
[He's forced to hop around and physically hit at the imps as they try and claw their way up.]
SOLAS IS A LOSER
They hiss and swarm the two, scratching and biting at everything they can reach.]
I could say the-- Kaffas! What are these blasted creatures?
[He's forced to hop around and physically hit at the imps as they try and claw their way up.]