The gout of fire pretty much incinerates the Mite's head, and the body slumps to the ground. Good news... you definitely have their attention ((6x Max HP Overkill)).<br/><br/>"Larrz, they toasted Moh!" The mite that was dragging Sharpspike's left arm turns to you, baring his ugly little teeth in a snarl as he curses at you in common. "It's elf-girl... Eyefang give us good reward if we return her!"<br/><br/>Without waiting for his companion, the little creature darts towards you, and lashes out with his tiny dagger. You notice that his eyes are more on your wand than on anything else, though, and his slash goes wide.