With her hit and run plan in ruins, Bathilda silently made her way towards the location where she had first come across the Milisnake. The only noise in the tunnel was the small sound of her own wings flapping each time she adjusted her altitude.

So far, so good!

With (Echolocation) upgraded to (Echolocation+), the range of Bathilda's skill had doubled. That meant she could now see twice as much of her surroundings with each use than she could before. That also meant she would need to use the skill less, which would result in slower level ups, but the ability to notice approaching threats from a greater distance was a trade off she was happy to make.

Just beyond the area where Bathilda had first encountered the Milisnake, there was another short tunnel leading into a larger section of the cave. It was smaller than the cavern she had just fled from and inside it, all of things, was a single Brat. It appeared to be searching for something that was hidden beneath a pile of rubble.

Moving closer to the open area, Bathilda cast (Echolocation+) once again. Safety was her number one priority and she wanted to be able to see as far as possible to make sure her target was alone. She also wanted as much time as possible to escape if needed.

Yes! This time I'm not going to let myself get sucker punched. With my speed and defence boost, I can do this.

I've got this.

Psyching herself up once more, Bathilda sped up with renewed vigor and dashed into the room. Assuming her target would notice her from a certain distance, just as the others had done, there was no time to waste.

Bathilda shot across the ceiling like a bullet before she began her descend, increasing her speed even further as she headed straight towards the back of the rummaging Brat.

Just as she thought her enemy was too preoccupied to notice her arrival, the monster turned around and screeched loudly. A horrible sound escaped it mouth, exactly like the others had, before it began to charge at her. Expecting this outcome, Bathilda let out a chuckle. She hadn't gone mad, it was a foolhardy confidence in her plan.

Just before she entered the monster's striking distance, Bathilda retracted her wings mid-flight just before the Brat's heavy claw passed over head. Gravity, being a factor in this world just as any other, helped Bathilda narrowly escape potential decapitation. The last enemy that hit her didn't have its claws out thankfully. If it had she might not be here to try risky manoeuvres like these.

Working in tandem with gravity, Bathilda rolled her body in the air. Hitting the ground hard, she wasted no time and continued to roll beneath the disgusting monster.

With the death blow successfully evaded and a sly, poison-laced (Chomp) applied on her way under its midsection, Bathilda rolled out the opposite end of the Brat and took flight.

The jaw-dropping manoeuvre which she had just performed didn't come without its own injuries. Both of her wings hurt and a small tear was visible on one of her leathery appendages. Not enough to hinder her escape, but enough to cause worry and put her into retreat mode.

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I can't believe that worked. I'm Evel 'Fucking' Kneivel! Now it's time to run, my poison should be enough to kill that rat. Plus, it worked on the last one and I wasn't even expecting that.

Bathilda was struggling with her wing, but was slowly increasing her altitude when a thick, pink rope wrapped itself around her. It restricted her good wing and began coiling around her neck.

Realising that it wasn't a rope that had inhibited her movement, but the tail of the creature she had just taken a bite out of, Bathilda was flooded with despair. She flailed the best she could and continuously tried to use her damaged wing to break free, but it was futile. The Brat's grip was too strong.

The monster's tail turned her around until she was face to face with the creature. Out of all the senses Bathilda could have lost during her reincarnation, she was pretty annoyed it hadn't been her sense of smell. The Brat stunk and as soon as it opened its mouth, the intensity of the odor increased tenfold. The rodent's disgusting teeth were the last thing Bathilda was going see.

No! Get off. Shit. Help. Fuck. Help! I dont want to die!

Bathilda could only watch in abject horror. The monster constricting her clamped it's disgusting teeth down on what she still considered to be her shoulder, and left wing.

Unable to bite clean through, the Brat shook its grip on her body. The monser was trying it's best to remove the wing from her body. Crying on the inside and screaming all hell, Bathilda was about to give up when she realised she still had a chance.

The stupid creature had made a mistake. The same foolish mistake she had once made herself earlier.

It had entered her striking distance.

Not letting the opportunity go to waste, Bathilda used (Poison Fang) and (Chomp) as she bit deep into the creature that was still shaking her about. Once. Twice. She bit down again and again. Not relenting. Just as she had done with the Milisnake, right after her unhelpful chat with Florence.

Fucking, Florence!

She screamed inwardly as she used her skills over and over again. Before she has realised it, both Bathilda and the Brat had found themselves on the floor. The only difference was that she was still biting down deep into its neck.

Unnoticed went the notifications about her level ups. The same could be said for any thoughts she had prior to her bite off. Strategies regarding the Brat. Her irritation at Florence. All gone.

Now, there was only the zone.

Eventually, Bathilda's final bite removed the head of the monster beneath her. With the battle for supremacy over, so too did her trance like state finish and her senses returned to normal.

Looking at the gruesome mess of the monster that was about to kill her, Bathilda felt a little repulsed over the way she had ended its life. Although, for someone who dedicated their whole life to helping other people, such an act was not something that came easy for her.

Only when she was about to lose it all did she throw caution to wind and unleash her animalistic instincts. Not that she was comfortable with that, but her survival dictated that the Brat had to die.

The Brat was probably thinking the same thing.

Still, I felt as though I went a bit crazy at the end there? I'm pretty sure it died after my third or fourth bite, so why did I keep going? It felt... raw, maybe? No, it was probably my frustration towards Florence's crappy idea of help. Whatever it was, it doesn't even matter. What did I get from that one?

Checking the notifications that she missed whilst chowing down, a ray of light is shed on Bathilda's recent actions.

Bathilda has reached Level 7

Skill (Chomp) has reached Level 5

Skill (Chomp) has become (Chomp+)

(Chomp+) now deals double damage and has a high chance to add a bleeding effect to its target.

Skill (Iron Body) has reached Level 3

Skill (Swift Wing) has reached Level 2

Skill (Identify) has reached Level 2

Skill points have been acquired

A bleeding effect? I bit its fucking head off!