Really?

[ Hector can't help but crack a grin at that, though he's doing well to hold back his laughter. ]

I can't imagine these things doing any more than just standing around. [ Even though they kind of look like miniature oakhearts... ] They'd probably swarm me before I react.

[ He turns his attention to the spirit. ]

Wouldn't you?

[ And as if on cue, there's a little shift in the air around the spirit--it sounds like a croak, and it promptly kneels over and begins to fade. It's dead, though the fire still roars where it stood.

Hector gestures to the dead spirit. See? Totally harmless! ]