On the Hunt

As the sun sets over a bustling city, Byrrah creeps across a rooftop with a crossbow in one hand, and a strange spike shaped object in the other.

Byrrah: It's a good thing we know Cosmic Imps are weak against this stuff… So much as one scratch from it, Miss Ringtails and her little friends are history!

Chuckling to himself, he pulls back the string of the crossbow and inserts the spike into the crossbow in place of a bolt.

Byrrah: She has no idea what's coming her way… She'll be dead before she knows what hit her!

He ducks into the shadows and vanishes from sight.