The saying goes that cats always land on their feet. Well, flying as I am, high in the air, watching the farm spin wildly, I decide to test that old bromide.
I somersault badly. I float. I fall. I stretch out my legs, extending my claws, and aim directly for whichever imps are below me.
I'm fighting imps, which can't be that threatening, right?
[Common Imp. Level 2. Magic Bonus: Cantrips.]
So, they're not particularly powerful, but they can cause trouble with cantrips.
You wanted trouble, imps? It's raining down on you. It's raining cats and no dogs. That's what happens when you mess with a hard-working farmer who's just trying to eke out a living and have a decent life. And the land isn't too happy with you, either.
The chickens apparently don't care for it, because they come out clucking, squawking, and making enough noise to wake up even the placid cow snoozing in the pasture. A peaceful, ordinary farm day has turned into chaos.
