[Blitzø fires without looking back the way he came, a round of shot that would dispatch most things and if anyone was caught in the crossfire... well they should have ducked.]

You're not getting away that fucking easy!

[He's racing down the hallway after the imp, but as they round a corner, Blitzø leaps up onto a table, springboards off it to hit a wall, grabs for a hanging light fixture, and uses the momentum to propel himself in a spin through the air to land right in front of the fleeing imp.]

Lights out, shitbrain.

[The shot takes out the imp, and he sweeps Stolas up before he properly hits the ground.]

Come on, lets get the fuck out of here before they heal.