Before the group could ask further, the man hastily ran away and disappeared into the dense fog on the edge of the town. Everyone looked at each other in confusion, but then a scream nearby forced them into action once again.
On the street a few dozen feet away, an overturned wagon lay, with several Coward Devils, wolves in their heads and paws on the ground, trying to break through the wagon's panels. The scream—a woman's—came from inside the wagon. Her only guard was a large Tibetan Mastiff, over five feet long and with fluffy fur, but it was clearly losing the fight against the wolf Coward Devils, and it was about to be overpowered.
A group of ferocious demons, a helpless lady—what situation could be more in need of heroic knights? Without a second word, Lancelot charged forward, followed closely by his companions.
