The Gerbilmancer
"You realize you're going to die, right?" the tiny skeletal gerbil said, poking his body out from the top of Nick's breast pocket. There was a green flash and an explosion of hellfire, the warehouse's concrete floor shaking beneath him. "I mean, that's Marco Bianchi back there and you're...well...you."
"You're not helping, Mortimer." Nick ducked his head as another blast landed nearby.
The little skeleton shrugged. "Just stating facts. He's a stone cold killer and you're the gerbilmancer. You're slightly outclassed."