With that dog away, I grabbed my sword and pulled it out of the mouth of the first one. Through pure determination, I was able to push more of my magic through the sword, the purple flames engulfing the head of the dog. The whimpers as the dog let go and scurried away as fast as it could, was heart wrenching. Hearing an animal in pain was always hard to swallow. The only thing that kept me going was the fact that it was an undead dog made nearly of Fiendfyre.