Rainbow's and Unicorns skip merrily with Bathilda down the sunny lane. The cloudless sky above is as beautiful as a rose that has bloomed during winter. Woodland creatures sing to her in harmony while wind sprites dance a heartfelt jig wherever she looks.

Caught in her own dreamlike fantasy, Bathilda is oblivious to what is going on around her as she sips her drink through a straw, enjoying her own personal bliss. She feels as though she is God, with his buff physique and his harm of pretty creatures.

Life is perfect.

Suddenly, in the blink of an eye, all of her new wonderful friends vanish. The sprites, critters and unicorns are all erased from Bathilda's new world. At their disappearance her mood sours and so to does the liquid in her glass. She is left feeling empty and alone as her rainbows melt away and the sky darkens to black. Thunder rings out as lightning illuminates the withering area and Bathilda spots an unknown object speeding towards her through the air.

Back in reality, Bathilda has drained the Brat dry. It only took her a matter of seconds this time too. Unbeknownst to her fantasy self, the large barrelling object is actually one of the three remaining Brat's.

As it reaches the unmoving woman-turned-bat, it attempts to disable the dangerous appendage that killed its kin. Slashing down through her wing in one fell swipe, it tears multiple pieces from her leathery death bringer. Bathilda doesn't even have time to flinch as she's brought back to reality. As the Brat's claw leaves her wing, it spins its body fast and tail slams her hard, sending her airbourne.

Are you fucking kidding me!?

Crashing to the floor and rolling until she stops, Bathilda has taken some serious damage.

I don't want to die, Bathilda!

'We're not going to die, Hiro,' coughing up blood, Bathilda rights herself and gets up. She checks the notification about the damage she has just received and her heart drops. No Brat's are close to her, they're all guarding the corpse of their fallen comrade to make sure the insane bat doesn't try feast upon it again.

In this brief reprieve, Bathilda checks her status confirming her fear. She is down into the single digits of HP and her second life is not looking very promising. The fact that she is only Level 3 also shows that her growth has stumped and that she may not earn a Level up of her next kill.

'I'm not running this time!' she painfully declares. Not that she could if she wanted too as her left wing is in tatters and she has no hope of flying away.

If you're going to go bat shit crazy every time that you see blood, we're fucked!

'I can control it,' weakly, she trys to reassure not only her companion, but herself too.

Bullshit! We're fucked. Fucked! That's twice you've done it now. We're going to die here and I'm going to have to see stupid God and his stupid smug-looking face again.

'If you're not going to contribute anything helpful, then shut up!' now annoyed herself, she snaps at Hiro as she checks herself over. The whole of her actual body is in pain as Brat's tails seem to be incredibly strong, although she was undefended at the time. Right now, her right wing is all she has to work with. If any enemy gets close enough to bite, then it is more than likely over for Bathilda and Hiro as a single attack will be able to finish her off.

With these thought in mind, Bathilda notices that the Brat's have begun to carefully advance on her. Staying apart, to avoid being taken out at the same time, they're surround Bathilda whilst creating a triangle formation. With a bleak looking future ahead of her, Bathilda is ready to give this fight everything she has as the only two outcomes here are life and death.

Sensing her resolve, the three Brat's increase their pace and the triangle shape they have created closes in on her. As each Brat jumps toward her when they reach the appropriate distance, Bathilda performs a jump of her own and whilst mid air she releases a Wing Slash to the Brat now directly infront of her. The momentum of her magical swing propels Bathilda out of the way as the two side enemies crash into each other and the one in front, is sliced in half from head to tail.

Yes!

Not making much distance and not recieving a Level up either, Bathilda lands unsteadily and fires off two more Wing Slashes in quick succession. They both dive out of the way of the dangerous blade's of wind and only one reaches its target slightly, removing the Brat's tail.

The tailless enemy rolls on the floor in pain screeching loudly whilst it's remaining kin dashes towards Bathilda in outrage.

With her crippled wing held against her aching chest, Bathilda steadies herself from her misfooted landing. The oncoming Brat, full of hate, charges straightforward at her and she offers it the same fate as the previous one. As it jumps towards her, Bathilda releases another fine blade of air directly at the Brat's face and without much resistance, separate halves of the rodent sail past either side of her. This death grants her a slight recovery in the form of a level up and also covers her in blood. Unlike last time, it's not enough to heal her wounds completely but it does take away the majority of her pain.

Bathilda has reached Level 3

Identify has reached Level 3

Blood Sucking has reached Level 3

Wing Blade has reached Level 5

Wing Blade+

Cost: 5MP

Now twice as effective as before, tearing through enemies has never been so easy

Yes! Fucking Yes, Bathilda! Hahaha!

Twitching and shaking, she once again misses her notification as she licks her lips and her eyes widen in delight.

'Hahaha,' laughing maniacally Bathilda stares at the tailless Brat still alive in the room. The rodent is unmoving as it appears to be terrified of the monster that has just slaughtered its family. She doesn't even notice it as one who caused her so much pain earlier.

Bathilda?

Dashing foward, Bathilda dives on the Brat as it attempts to flee and sinks her fangs into the back of its neck. With her victory complete, Bathilda drains more of the sweet nectar of life from the multiple victims of her small massacre.