One of the dogs charges me and I roll out of the way in time, but then another one jumps toward me. I try to stab it, with little effect. It lands on top of me. Little known fact: The thing's breath smelled like a gym sock, filled with the most vile smell you can imagine. Times ten. I struggled and tried to push it off me, and somehow, it is propelled into the woods. Another on jumps toward me, but just then a silver owl swoops by and drops a sharpie into my hands. Then that turns into a four and a half foot long celestial bronze spear. My instincts take over and I swiftly jab at the dog. With a yelp it shrinks into dust. Not wanting to get killed, I sprint to the tree, but I trip on the roots. Down I tumble into the stange camp, as my spear turns back into a sharpie.