The imp smiles, stepping forward and running one gnarled red finger up under your jaw. "You'd been doing so well, too..."<br/><br/>His wounds seem to be healing as he speaks... not a good sign. And even more not a good sign is the fact that your sluggishness allows him to take his time and line up his next strike... sharp pain shoots through you as his stinger jabs into your stomach, and another wave of pain lances through your veins. (5 damage, and Another Fortitude save))<br/><br/>Meanwhile, his friend continues to struggle against Perlivash's grip... but he's well stuck. The dragon glares down at him, then up at the Imp assaulting you, obviously torn between coming to your aid or maintaining his hold on the tiny devil... After a moment, he unleashes another blast of his breath weapon at point-blank range, causing the creature to fall back into a stupor as he takes to the air, flying up high to prepare for his next attack...<br/><br/>The Grig, too, springs into action, and a blast of light explodes right into the demon's eyes, dazing him momentarily...