At least a few would likely also try to close up the wound and end up caught in the middle of the shadows and a meal.

[A few more shadows were coming in from patrols farther out. One in particular set its sights on Blitzo, oozing closer and looking much like a melting imp. It opened its mouth wide before it jerked away from a flare of red magic, the symbols surrounding the circle lighting up.]

Ah ah ah! Imp isn't on the menu today, dearie!