gremlins

A carpet of creatures the size of sewer rats poured down the staircase from the roof. They were all of the same general caste but varied from one to the next—humanoids, covered in that leathery greenish skin, with flopping ears and oversized hands and feet. The features were exaggerated to various degrees of ridiculousness, but each one of them had the same sharp, vicious teeth, and the same sickly golden reptilian eyes. They wore armor, much as my Guard did, carried weapons and equipment—and I knew them, as they were an ancient foe of my folk.
“Gremlins most foul!” I shouted.
There was a thud as a larger form descended from the roof, this one nearly my size. He stood slowly, a gremlin larger and haler than the others, with but one eye and the other gone in a horrible mass of scars. Scar Eye gripped a human hatchet in both hands, and his cold gaze rose to meet mine.

Heroic Hearts, Little Things, Page 7-8