You hear a noise in the brush

A rustle in the brush behind you brings you back to earth. What was that? Turning quickly and snatching your dagger from your gear, you face the sound. Deep within the brush you are just able to make out the outline of a small figure before it bursts out, smashing twigs and leaves as it does so.

Before you in the field sits a small red demon. It has a yellow belly and a misshapen head with a horn protruding from it. The creature stands about 3 feet tall, a couple feet smaller than yourself. Its tail rises up higher behind it, a spade tipping it. An imp!

"What do we have here?" the demon growls with a voice like gravel. "A sweet little vixen all prepared just for me? You're too kind. Give up and I won't hurt you... too much." he giggles.