At the sound of his voice, both of the mites looked up towards the party. "Ack! Intruders!"<br/><br/>The one on the receiving end of the catapult shot charged towards the group, waving a crude-looking knife, while the other reloads the catapult with another caltrop, taking aim at the party.<br/><br/>Torak intercepts the mite, which ducks under his swing, though the blade clatters off of his armor. Thanks to the tight conditions, it's making combat difficult for anyone else to get involved.