Puppy

It growls at you, corrupted saliva dripping from its fangs as it pads around you, its claws clicking against the stone floor. Its bulbous shoulder ripple as it tenses before pouncing at you, snarling in crazed bloodloust, its claws poised to sink into your flesh.

It's with a quick, smooth arc of Chaoseater's blade that you cut the minion in half, demon blood spraying everywhere. You can hear more, though - there's always, always more - baying far away. The blood, you think, they can smell the blood.

You turn towards the hounds, and ready yourself for round two.

A/N: I'm not the only one who thinks 'dog' when those nasty little minions attack, am I?