Enemy of my enemy...

The Undead regiment began taking casualties as the heals couldn't fully compensate for all the damage coming in.

The painted dogs didn't have any regard for their losses, they continued to attack, leaping into the meat-grinder with reckless abandon.

Howling like the eerie laughter of hyenas drowned out the sound of the regiment's swords and spells.

Dog's basilisk was petrifying the three-headed monsters with its gaze and Dog followed up by shattering the canine statues with his basilisk spine-whip.

Despite Dog and Dave's effort the undead were facing a grim situation.

Dave didn't see a solution or a way out, he just had to fight to the bitter end.

Dave recovered for a moment and went again to tear through the waves of the Painted Dogs, breaking skulls and tearing flesh. Blood and viscera soon painted his armor red.

Whenever his mana recovered enough he activated [Aura] and burned the area around the Undead clear of the tri-dogs, momentarily easing the strain on the regiment.