<Let them take the hit for a change. After all, they weren't doing much else besides shuffling around and groaning.>
"Good luck, buddy," Sebastian said as the undead got into position, giving it a thumbs up. "You're gonna need it more than I do."
He then turned to his undead mount. "Fluffy, you keep running, all right?" Sebastian looked behind. The monsters were still chasing him.
"Okay, genius, what's the master plan here? We've got a ballista chariot that's now a pile of scrap. Brilliant. Just brilliant."
"Hey, at least it looked cool for the ten minutes it lasted," he said to himself.
"Right, focus. We've got fifteen tier-1 fangeds on our tail, all hopped up on more mana than I've got. And me? I'm riding 'Fluffy' here like some kind of medieval rodeo clown."