What Sebastian wanted to do was simple: prevent another monster from lunging at him again. He figured, why not put one of the undead in front of him?
"Good luck, buddy," Sebastian said as the undead got into position, giving it a thumbs up. "You're gonna need it more than I do."
He then turned to his undead mount. "Fluffy, you keep running, all right?" Sebastian looked behind. The monsters were still chasing him.
"Okay, genius, what's the master plan here? We've got a ballista chariot that's now a pile of scrap. Brilliant. Just brilliant."
"Hey, at least it looked cool for the ten minutes it lasted," he said to himself.
"Right, focus. We've got fifteen tier-1 fangeds on our tail, all hopped up on more mana than I've got. And me? I'm riding 'Fluffy' here like some kind of medieval rodeo clown."
