Run? Like hell. The unearthly howl draws Strange's attention as he turns to look at Shura. Shit. He needs to protect her. Getting to his feet, Strange stands near his poor, broken animas as he looks over at Shura. Precision isn't necessarily his strongest suit, but he can't afford to miss now.

Strange mutters a few words and launches the fireball at one of the imps. He continues muttering, staring at the fire all the while. At the last moment, the fireball splits in two, and moves to hit each of the imps. Fortunately, he grazes them enough that the imps go up in smoke, with a scream. Unfortunately, some of the fire grazes Shura as well.

And unfortunately for Strange, there aren't just two imps. Another pair move from the shadows and latch themselves onto Strange.