Asim flipped a charing Imp woth his staff, the urning to grappel it on the ground, turning it's back, choking it while freezeing it, " How many are there? Hell, these guys come in packages.." Finally smashing it into piceces while it was pure ice. " I don't have a blade you guys so I need help, you think a staff witb cut through deamons?" His voice cold and harsh.