A woman with unmatched beauty is sat beneath the beating sun. With her neck leaned back and eyes clothes, the warm rays shine down on the unclothed woman. Her skin is the colour of snow and sparkles ever-so slightly in the blissful weather.

Her white skin is stained in by the blood of the corpses she's sitting upon and as she raises one of her trophies above her, more of the dazzling red-liquid is washed down her throat. What escapes her runs down her cheeks and drops onto her body.

"Delicious. Absolutely delicious. Ha... Haha... Hahaha," Bathilda breaks out in laughter, unable to contain her glee. After slaughtering the entire flock of monsters that had gathered around the protected area, she had easily made enough XP to reach max level and then some.

Bathilda. You do realise you killed all those monsters by yourself, right? I mean, it didn't even take that long.

"And? I'm a bit of a beast now, you know?" She flexs her arms like a bodybuilder would, making light of the situation.

That's my point. What if people think you're a monster? Well. Technically you are being a vampire and all, but the moment they see your power they're going to fear you.

"Well then I just won't show any power. Simple. I'll find a clinic and become a magic doctor. People won't be scared of me of I'm helping them or saving their life. That is the goal after all. First though, I need to clean myself off. I'm not exactly portraying the vibe I want too like this, am I?"

If I was still my own person and I came across you, I would be extremely wary.

Bathilda floats up above the corpses before setting off to the East. She washes the monsters blood off her pale skin in a lake, midway to her destination.

Once she's clean, Bathilda creates a new set off clothes to match her adult body. She opts for a white-frilled shirt and a black vest. Leather pants and knee-high boots, also black, leave her looking rather aristocratic. Or so she believes.

Setting off, once again in the direction of East, Bathilda eventually begins to see a large city coming up on the horizon. A wall, much larger than the one protecting the small class-giving building, stretches far and wide. Getting closer, Bathilda increases her altitude.

From the air above the over-sized defensive structure, a great many buildings can be seen taking up almost every single piece of land inside. As she crosses the boundaries above, Bathilda hears a scream coming from below.

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Not one to miss her chance, she descends like a comet and lands on the street just inside the wall. A young girl has fallen down and a werewolf is pouncing towards her. Its mouth wide open, ready to snap up the small morsel of meat. Until its head lands in the child's lap that is, separate from the rest of its body that's still holding itself above her.

The little girl screams and backs away as blood erupts from the monster's neck, painting her red. She looks at the beautiful lady that has appeared and then at the corpse of the dead werewolf, before finally realising what has just happened. The woman's bright-red eyes make her appear almost monster-like, but the fact that she's smiling calms the child's heart. The fear slowly begins to fade from her blood-covered face and is replaced with sadness for reasons unknown to Bathilda.

Before she can conmfort the her, the child's face instantly switches back to fear and she starts to point at Bathilda. Realising too late that the child wasnt pointing at her, but behind her, Bathilda turns to see a large claw heading straight for her face and all she can do is raise her arms to protect herself.

It makes impact and two things happen. First, Bathilda breaks out into a laugh. She's shocked at herself for panicking over such a small fry. Catching her off-guard has been the main source of her panic. Second, the werewolf screams out in pain as its claw broke on impact with Bathilda's body.

Not wasting the opportunity, the Vampire grabs the werewolf around the neck. Her arms much longer than before improving her reach greatly. Bathilda squeezes tightly before she rips its throat out. Behind it, she sees a hole in the wall where the monsters are coming from.

"Hey. Fuck faces!" She shouts at he top of her lungs, gathering the attention of almost every werewolf inside. Banding together they begin to swarm towards Bathilda. A sea of fur, snarling and growling as the push and claw their way forward.

"W-What are doing, Lady. Let's run!" The young girl behind Bathilda has apparently found her courage again as she yells at the oddly-dressed woman facing-off against the invading monsters.

Bathilda looks back over shoulder, "Don't worry, sweetie. These little doggies are nothing." With a quick wave of her arm, Reality Tear paints the rest of the street in blood and everything in its path is cut in two

"Idiots," Bathilda turns back to the child to find a full battalion of guards all pointing their weapons towards her. "They're dead... You're fine and you're welcome... Where did the little girl go? Is she OK? Why isn't anyone answering me?"

Remember what I said before you arrived?

'Fuck! It wasn't that bad was it? It was only a reality slash and I tried to keep it weak.'

"M-Monster! L-Leave this place now!" One of the guards shout out. He's voice gives courage to a few more who in chain all call out the same words.

"I'm not a monster. I'm a woman, look at me. What's more is that I just saved your ungrateful asses and this is how you're going to treat me?" Bathilda asks playing the guilt card. No one listens to her, however, and they slowly move forward, pushing her towards the hole the monsters used to enter the city. Before she is removed she quickly casts Area Heal, hoping her spell will reach the young girl.

'This is bullshit,' she thinks as she willingly let's them move her out, 'I just fucking saved them!'