Your response is greeted by another wave of cackling from the nasty little creatures, but they make no move to move from your path. You do notice, however, that the air around them becomes noticeably colder after you demand that they step aside... again, no moves to attack from them just yet, but you get the feeling that they're about as ready as you are if things should go sour.<br/><br/>"Move, move!" the fifth exclaims, clapping clawed hands together in delight. "She wants us to moves! What says her friendses, though?"<br/><br/>"Move."<br/>"Move."<br/><br/>Your companions' voices ring out in unison, stopping the creatures in their tracks for a moment... but<em>only</em>a moment. Once the "shock" at the response goes away, the creatures' smiles turn nasty and their ring starts to tighten around you.<br/><br/>"Alrighty, hunams and foxyfox..." The first mephit speaks again, a large icicle forming in his right hand. "You haves choices. A mephits gets a kiss, we plays the game of threes, or you fights your way through..."