The demon stops to survey the situation. A talking cat? He thinks with curiosity. Yet, the old man has no time to dwell on such matters. He turns his attention onto the beasts. With a free hand, he pulls out mahjong counters- sharp enough to pierce flesh. He throws several into the nearest hound. The counters stick up out of the creature's muzzle like porcupine quills. Yet, the zombie dog continues its pursuit.

"Well, that solved nothing," he says. The demon approaches the cat with a sheepish smile. "I guess it's time to bolt, huh?"