The imps swarmed around Reimu, and she managed to avoid laughing as their claws skittered across the polished scale of her armor.  One or two blows managed to scratch her relatively unprotected thighs, but they were weak and she barely felt them.  Spinning, her battle with the imps was almost like a dance, a deadly one where the imps fell away like grain before the scythe.  She saw three of them casting spells in the back, and knowing how quickly their lust could overwhelm her she charged forwards, thrusting her spear downwards into the body of the first, then vaulting and kicking the second in the face, the sound of bone snapping loud and intense.  Bringing the spear, now black with vile imp blood, over her head she brought the shaft crashing downwards into the third imps skull.<br/><br/>Spinning, most of the imps were behind her.  Again there were a few imps in the back waving their hands, and Reimu could feel a tingle settling on her body, and her already damp pussy started to feel that itch that came along with arousal.   But far from subdued yet, she focused on her magic and sprayed a handful of sparks at three imps that were charging her.   The spell seemed to be affected by the machinery around and arced between the imps and the machines nearby and the metallic floor.  Reimu felt a little bit of a tingle through the floor, but the three imps faired no where near as well, dropping to the floor flopping about.  They weren't dead, but they looked like they'd be out of the fight for a few moments or so, maybe even a minute if Reimu was lucky.<br/><br/>But interestingly enough the machinery near them had started chugging to life, whirring and grinding with a function that Reimu couldn't' discern.  She felt the tickle at the back of her neck that reminded her there were casters, and these ones were smart enough to hide behind some imps that were trying to pull up rusty pipes and shards of metal to use as weapons, as if they realized their claws weren't enough for this lethal dancer among them.