It's A Trap
Two hounds dropped dead on the floor with their legs crushed but the other two didn't mind as they shook off the pain from the last hit and came charging in again.
'You guys really don't have any brain.' Michael thought as he looked at the two dead hounds beside him.
'Here I was thinking I could pity you two but turns you're too stupid to understand anything.'
The two demonic hounds were about to do a group attack on Michael as they both jumped up from different directions to confuse him but just as they were about to pounce on their prey it disappeared.
The next second the head of the two hounds came rolling on the floor as Michael was already behind them.
"I'm just glad I decided to put on these even though they are my weakest."
The boots Michael was wearing were mystic weapons quite but mystic weapons also had grades and that boot was in the lowest grade.
"I just hope Luis hasn't run into anything he can't handle," Michael said.