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Imps...short and stocky demons.
They have pitch-black and cracked skin with glowing red eyes. They used pitchforks as weapons and had tiny bat wings. They are small, most of them barely even reach a foot tall, the tallest being 3-foot maximum.
On their own, they are weak. Even a Tier 3 could defeat a single imp on their own. But see, Imps never travel alone. They hunt in packs, like wolves. A pack of Imps is a dozen. A few walk above ground to serve as bait while the rest either fly up or burrow underground to ambush unsuspecting victims.
The Squad #1 braced for impact. They are about to encounter their first fight outside of the walls. Through Cedric's orders, they waited for them to come.
Swoosh!
A two-foot-tall Imp running towards them suddenly threw its pitchfork at them. In response, a squad member stepped forward and raised his shield to catch the attack.
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!