Pain, anger, frustration, and bloodlust coursed through my system as I threw Imps into the sky. Their screams and yelps as I stomped on their bodies were my only consolation.
"Tsk. It would be so much better if I could actually shoot you fuckers."
With four dead, there were only 21 Imps coming at me. Since it took time for them to attack, if I reduced their numbers, I would fall even faster. I needed them above my head to serve as a platform.
So I waited until they were above my waist or coming at me from above. With {Thief}, I would perform acrobatic dodges and then plant my shoes on the demonkin's tiny heads. The momentary foothold allowed me to leap a little higher until my next stepping stone arrived.
"Sigh. Come at me already! I don't have all day."
