Kalith growled as he saw the mage lift into the air. He didn't need the further despair that the Imp unleashed at him. His breath caught in his throat and he felt his energy drain from him. His next breath was labored, but his mind raced on to think of a way out of this now hopeless situation. Nothing he could would reach him. The Thunderstone in his hand had to strike something in order to work, and his whips only went 15 ft. So at the time he did the only thing he could think to do at the time. With the momentum he'd gathered, he kept running under the mage and carried off. He clipped the hoop on the end of his whip to his belt and let it drag behind him, while his left reached into his vest again to exchange the rock for a smoke stick. "Hardly fair you pointy eared Coward! Get down here and fight me like you've got a pair!" He wasn't sure weather the bastard would go for it, but he had to try. In the mean time, cover was what he needed. His eyes scanned the field for anything he could use to loose his pursuer.<br/><br/>Actions:<br/>Move: Run (120ft)<br/>Free: Free right hand, Exchange Thunderstone for Smoke stick in left.