The Mastiffs barreled down the corridor, plowing through debris and guards alike. The prisoners clung to the beasts' backs, gripping the fur until their knuckles turned white, with faces of stunned disbelief. Against all logic, from the Zealots' and the prisoners' perspective, they were actually escaping.
Jake and Lena held the rear as a new wave of guards came to the chase.
"They really don't know when to quit, do they?" Lena said. "You'd think seeing their friends get killed would lower their morale."
She paused.
"It's weird that dying for the cause is the only part of the job description they actually enjoy. Just make sure they die before we do."
Jake nodded.
He slammed his hand onto the floor, summoning another pack of War Hounds. The corridor was instantly choked with five-hundred-pound beasts of muscle and mana.
They crashed with the front line of guards, sending armored Zealots smashing into the walls.
