Cain, may not have been as fast as the faun, but he was not slouch neither, he sprinted through the gap in the wall along side his cloven hooved companion. Inside he saw, something much more tangible than ghosts. The creatures were hunched over and moved around on their hands in a similar fashion as a great ape. But they were not apes, they were at one time human, or at the very least humanoid, their skin was a grotesque, and mottled, bruised purple color. They had fangs of a sickly yellow color in place of what used to be teeth, and their hands were bent into gnarled claws. They were the guard dogs of what ever, host had taken this castle for its own.

While most had concentrated their efforts on attacking the wall closest to the noise, the Fauns pet was making, there were enough to still take notice of the trio. Just like real guard dogs, these creatures began growling, and snarling before charging straight for the trio. Cain grinned, "This is more like it" he said drawing his pistol, and firing at the nearest creature. The cast iron shot hissed through the air preceded by a light pop, the ball hit the creature in it's arm causing it to stumble in it's lope, and roll to a halt. The injured creature was set upon by its pack mate. Others still closed in on the three interlopers, and the good Captain fired another ball from his second pistol. Again it hissed through the air and there was a slight plop sound as it found purchase in another one of the creatures.

The second creature was struck in its shoulder and reared back and screeched in pain, grabbed its shoulder and writhed in the ground kicking up dust. Still the creatures kept on coming. Cain looked at the faun as he fiddled with a second, much more exotic looking kind of gun "Think you can funnel them towards us in a line?" What ever weapon the captain had been fiddling with began to hum with two cylinders beginning to spin in opposite directions along the barrel.