Reincarnated as a Mutt

Chapter 14: A Whole Lot of Something Going On

   I woke up, feeling. . .very refreshed.  Surprisingly. Damn, I haven't slept this great in. . .like. . .I can't even remember. Where the hell am I? I observed my surroundings and recognized where I was. I was in the bandit's base, the Cutthroats arewhat they call themselves. Oh, I'm on the leader's bed. Comfortable.

   Ugh, head hurts. Fucking migraine. Magic always has its drawbacks. Using mana in general will cause fatigue and can cause you to pass out. Why did I pass out again? Oh, right, that assassin guy. The hell was his name? Wait a minute, I don't think he introduced himself at all. Neither did I, but he clearly knew me from before. From the previous world. I wronged him. . .then again I wronged a lot of people. . . Nope, not ringing any bells. Seriously who is he? Guess I'll ask hi-- FUCK! GOING INTO SHOCK! FFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUU--

[Two days later. . . (3rd POV)]

   The pup groaned, rolling around and blinded by a bright light. He growled, sitting up and found himself in a makeshift hut with walls of mud, wood, and bone and a roof of leaves. Confused, he hopped off from his bed and hit the ground snout first. The pup whimpered, hugging his snout as he silently cursed in his heart. His vision cleared up further and his senses returned to normal. The blinding light was the sun that shone through an open window, though not in the sense of glass but rather a more exposed method, but a window nonetheless.

   "The fuck-- NOT AGAIN!" the pup howled as he fell to his side, shaking uncontrollably before settling down after a minute. "Damn, nothing like a good ol' seizure to get the blood flowing. . . Shit, its acting up again!" Carlos braced for the worst and ->insert burp equivalent to baby panda sneezing<-. ". . .Did I just. . .but how. . .do dogs even. . .I didn't even know we could burp. What else. . ." the pup laid there for a good solid minute. "Can I. . .let's not answer that question. . .where the hell am I?"

   The door was makeshift made from branches and mud being held together by vines. Carlos heard a commotion outside and, using his [Psychokinesis] to open the door, walked out. The commotion was further away, the sound of metal clanking together and explosions. The pup could feel mana residue from those explosions so there was clearly a magic user present. Carlos narrowed his eyes, conjuring up an orb and sent it to investigate, using it as a medium to observe its surroundings. After a minute he saw his trusty golems and recent undead 'lieutenants' fighting off a group of people cladded in knight armor and robes, and behind them was a carriage. Carlos' eyes lit up and quickly made his way over there, conjuring up his arms and various arrows, wanting to aid his subordinates and to add more unfortunate souls to his collection.

   The pup sent arrows ahead, piercing the unsuspecting robed magicians, killing 3 out of seven as the rest were injured gravely. They looked like pin cushions, writhing in pain as the arrows threatened to dig in deeper if they moved an inch. The knights realized their situation became unfavorable as few retreated to the carriage, "Protect Miss--" before the knight could finish his head was ripped off by an [Arcanic Arm] and the knight near him had his spine ripped out. Grotesquely enough as it is, the arm used the spine to slash against the remaining knights' legs, tearing through armor and stripping off flesh, and preventing them from run away and evading further danger. Carlos eventually came into the clear, his tail wagging as he caught these poor bastards off guard. Seven magicians. Ten knights. All quickly taken down by an unsuspecting ambush.

   "Mas. . .ter?" The pup turned to see Dread staring at him, his bones rattling as the flaming irises were snuffed out. "You're. . .awake. . ." Bob whirred happily as he quickly hugged Carlos, blue liquid leaking from its eyes. Carlos stood there rather awkwardly, unsure how to feel receiving a hug from a golem. In the end he awkwardly patted Bob's back with his [Arcanic Arm], comforting him as his discomfort heightened. His undead lieutenants were caught off guard to see him awake and were eager to greet him. "We need to settle this first," Carlos spoke in a rather cold tone as he tore the door off the carriage. Inside was a maid and a young woman with a noble attire, staring fearfully at him. Carlos stared back expressionless, 'Isn't this supposed to be the part that an Otherworlder comes to their rescue?' he thought. After checking with Dread, they encountered a group of bandits that were too close to their base camp so they took care of them. However, after doing so they encountered the carriage and it was then made clear that these bandits were awaiting their arrival for an ambush. Confrontation was unavoidable at that point. Hearing this, Carlos made a deduction that this noble was an important figure. Then again, nobles often are even without the trope of them being ambushed being needed to illustrate that point. Carlos mulled it over and decided to interrogate the survivors after enslaving them. He reanimated the two dead knights and three magicians, hoping to get something nice in the end.