Bronwick stepped up to the crack in the ground, casting his gaze up. "Look sharp, we have company." and they did indeed. Three chattering imps hung above them, perching on the shields and wielding their catalysts once again. The three quickly prepared an assault, flinging fireballs at the pale blue knight, which he easily defended against by raising his shield. 
"I will draw their fire. You use that bow of yours to take them down." Bronwick advised him as the imps shifted position and prepared another volley.