Half of the Hellhounds were charging the battlefield while the others were staying back and rapidly spitting fireballs at the human rankers stationed in front of the dungeon core.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
"Long range techniques fire at will! The back row focus your attacks on intercepting the incoming attacks. Those in the front row your job is to kill as many of the Hellhounds charging at us as possible." Said the Lieutenant. He was a middle-aged white man with medium length blonde hair, piercing blue eyes and a five o'clock shadow. Along with two medium length axes across his back. The group in front of him were their newest members. They joined under the threat of having their group killed or joining the Nationalist.
