Round Count: 3<br/><br/>Unfortunately, the imp's giggling moves its vitals out of the way just in time, causing your would-be kill shot to impact its cheek instead, crunching into the hard bone of the creature's skull and filling the air with the smell of seared devilflesh.<br/><br/>At this point, even in his foggy state of mind the Imp can tell that you're the bigger threat of your group... but he can't shake the monkeys. He turns to you and attempts to move, but the two apes hanging from his shoulders distract him, and he only gets about ten feet before he's forced to stop. Meanwhile, his compatriot swings at Perlivash again... Luckily, the dragon is easily able to dodge this strike, and counters with a bite of his own. Unfortunately, his strike misses the imp by mere inches, leaving the creature untouched.<br/><br/>Tyg seems to be preparing for her next offensive at the moment, and simply continues to play her inspirational music.<br/><br/>