He could look upon the projectile fired from the oversized piercing one of the canine abominations with a grin of how damn lucky that was. At the very least for himself, there was no way he could react against the charge given how winded he was. All he could do was hope someone would pry the damn thing off before it mauled him to death. He watched as the missile not only pierced through the monster but also had enough force to send it smashing to the group of deformed cultists. Another lantern was gone and he hoped it was the thing that granted the horde the ability to raise fallen comrades.

He took a survey of the situation as he rose from the ground. One of them seemed to have run off to another corridor. The girl he saved seemed to be faring poorly as the remaining dog creature was focusing on her and she had acquired a wound. The guy who was moved to a corner as he was still asleep, was now awake. 

A shower of rubble and smoke caught his attention. The loud mouthed triclops smashed the hell out of both the cultists and part of the area with his stick which was good. But now there was something creeping out of the smoke and it looked like something much more serious than the shambling cultists. It was a troublesome situation that needed to be resolved quickly. The anchor dragged along on the ground making noise and leaving a mark as he ran to that dog monster as he put his body into delivering a mighty golf swing with the intent to launch that thing crashing to the the other enemy.