[Crazyboy]

*Tinuva turns to face the last imp. The anger in his eyes is fierce. His knuckles turn white, as he grips his long sword in both hands. He slowly advances on the last imp, parrying left and right, blocking the Imp's attacks, only moving his arms, while keeping his body straight.
The Imp is forced backwards, as Tinuva continues his advance, staring straight at the imp, and not attacking.
As the Imp backs into a wall, Tinuva grins at the Imp, winks at it, then kicks it between the legs. As the Imp howls in pain, Tinuva brings his sword down on the Imp's sword/weapon arm, trying to cleave it off. He twirls his sword, spins around and stabs it behind him, driving it deep through the Imp (hopefully). Tinuva twists the sword, and yanks it out, hoping that the Imp lives long enough to see its guts fall out*