“Damn him to Hell!” fumes the imp, telepathically. “Except I can’t even do that! A thousand curses on you Niko, and your stupid life. Can’t even get poisoned correctly. Exactly the kind of imbecile thing a celestial would come up with. I blame your influence, Torag. Poisons that don’t kill people, it’s a disgrace to the art of the poisoner.”
As she grips the dart piercing her torso with both hands, she pulls, and with a scream, removes it. The ragged hole starts closing immediately as her unnatural vitality kicks in. "Lucky bastard. Well, at least I now know you can smell me. Ill have to be careful, these guys actually have a chance, and there’s no shortage of these assholes.
Mmm, if only I was a Chortov devil. I could charge in there and impale them with my military fork, and slowly roast them all. Six feet away, of course, wouldn’t want them to burn to death too quickly…And those giant tusks would come in handy as well. I wouldn’t need to eat one, but it’s great for effect.
Wound fully healed, the imp stretches her tiny red wings. Alright, so time to find out what’s going on…If they wanted to kill them, they should have used real poison. wonder if they will think to lower Niko’s spit to compensate for his fire resistance?
“By the gods, Niko, I hate you for along me do this.” says Livia, as she flapped silently into the darkness.