King backed off a bit from the incoming horde. He was confident he could take them out, but he wasn't prepared for them yet. His consiousness appeared exactly as he was in reality, and right now he had nothing on him. No weapon and no source of defense. He immediately withdrew from the man's mind and recalled himself to reality. He hadn't expected such a large of number of crazed dogs to be on guard.
"Get me a weapon, anything that can cut through dogs" King demanded, and almost immediately Wilson had handed him the blade he'd recovered from the masked death's unconscious body.
King projected his consiousness once again into his targets mind, and this time around he came prepared.