Ooc: the dogs won.'t attack Lina yet. Just so ya know.
The man in the tattered, bloody blue coat chose to remain where he was, instead: he wondered if the dogs would be enough. Perhaps so, if the demon's impressions were correct, they would be all that was necessary.
He focused his thoughts, directed towards the dogs and whatever space was available for spawning them. Behind him, two pairs of the dogs fought black tendrils that didnt want to let them go.
The dogs' bones seemed to be clinging to what was left of their skin and muscles, while a long, almost comically so, tongue dragged along the ground. Two were smaller, and the patches of hairless, decayed skin were green. The others were large, more menacing, and it was difficult to distinguish flesh from skin.
The only thing he said was a soft, "Go." The dogs parted in seperate directions, with intermittent howls. To the rest, perhaps, it would only be that, a howl and nothing more. But to Valtiel, it was a report that only he could understand.