Skill (Fly) has reached Level 3

After reaching the top of the pit, Bathilda recast (Echolocation) to try shed some light on the path yet to travel. She knows what one side holds. An enormous monster lays in one direction, and the millisnake came from the other, so neither of those two routes seemed feasible to her.

The tunnel yet travelled seemed to be occupied by half a dozen mice. They appeared to have made their nest in the space not too far away from the pit. Knowing full well that she must now kill other monsters to increase her level and evolve again, Bathilda was carefully playing the situation out in her head.

I should fly in there first. Yep, that's happening. But then what? If I try using (Poison Fang) or (Chomp), the others could possibly swarm me. Although, I'm pretty sure that mice are preyed upon by bats, which would mean that I'm their natural predator.

Although, that might just be by Earth's standards. What if it's different here? They could be bat-eating mice for all I know.

The best case scenario is that they scatter when they see me flying majestically. That way I should be able to pick them off one by one. That would be perfect.

What if they're at a higher level than me though? Screw it. They're smaller than I am, so I'm doing this.

I've gotta grow somehow and worse case scenario... I can just fly away. I'll run if shit hits the fan.

Even with a solid escape plan, it didn't stop panic seeping in. Bathilda had never been in a fight before. The pain she had endured today was worse than everything she had been through combined throughout her previous life.

Bathilda's little heart thumped erratically as she began her ascent toward the the top of the tunnel. She didn't make much progress, however, realising that moving forward was completely different than going upwards.

With a new manoeuvre to master, it took Bathilda another few minutes of practice. Going forwards and backwards down a short section of tunnel earned her another level for (Fly), before she was ready to take on her first true challenge.

The Mice.

Now confident in her ability to move through the air, Bathilda once again began her ascent toward the roof. Intending to be as quiet as possible, she stopped flapping and began moving forward. Silently and stealthily she glided down the tunnel, adjusting her altitude when needed.

What was I even complaining about before?

Entering the the larger section of tunnel, Bathilda approached the first mouse. It was laid behind a rock, away from the rest of the group. Now that she was closer, the creatutes looked more like monsterous rats than they did your average field mouse. The rodent didn't miss her stealthy approach either and cried out as it stood up on its back legs.

What the fuck? Since when do rats stand up?

Still gliding, the distance between them was decreasing faster and Bathilda was having a sudden change of mind.

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Yeah, maybe this was a bad idea.

Unfortunately, it was already too late to abort so Bathilda commited fully to the assault. Hoping speed would be her crowning advantage, she tucked in her wings and barrelled towards the dirty-looking rat-mouse-man-thing as fast as she could. Fully intent on taking a chunk out of whatever it was with her poison-laced fangs.

As Bathilda moved within striking distance, she readied herself to (Chomp) down on her target. Not wanting to fail, she was going to use two skills at once. It wasn't until a large paw smashed in to her face, sending her tumbling across the floor, that she found out why they called it striking distance.

After numerously bouncing off the ground, Bathilda finally came to stop as she crashed into one of the many large rocks scattered through out the tunnel. Pain was present everywhere and the sound of a heartbeat monitor flatlining was all she could hear.

Fear drive her in to regaining her senses and Bathilda looked out at a familiar notification. One that showed how much damage she has taken.

HP: 9/30

That horrible rat had just bitch slapped 70% of her health away in one quick swipe. Worse yet it was just stood there, glaring at Bathilda as drool dripped leaked from it's jaw.

It dropped back down to all four legs and let's out another horrible shriek. In the back of Bathilda's mind alarm bells were ringing as her pain urged her to flee.

It was then Bathilda heard a second shriek, shortly followed by a third, then a forth and before she realised it, all six mice had gathered around her. Strategically positioned to take down their opponent together.

Knowing that death was now more of a certainty than a possibility in her current situation, Bathilda didn't hang around to see what her prey turned predator would do next. One more strike like that and she was out.

Quickly flying away before anything had a chance to even get near her. Pain, piled on top of more pain was all Bathilda felt, thought and knew as she turned tail and flew back the way she came.

What the hell was that? Was that fucking rat on steroids or something? Why was it so strong? And what was that stupid war-cry about? Is it just me? Am I just that weak? Why?

Feeling dejected over her thought-up scenario failing miserably, Bathilda was angry with herself for being so foolish. She crossed the hole that represented the pit, the impassable gap that seperated the two tunnels, before landing in a pained heap on the ground.

Even the escape plan, the one that she had decided would be easy, actually turned out to be excruciating in its own way. Bathilda didn't factor in the rats being so tough or causing her so much pain into the equation.

There wasn't as much pain as when she had fallen down the very hole she just crossed, but it was almost at that stage. Now that she was safe, or as safe as she could be, everywhere hurt. Both her wings and her body were in agony from their battering against the rock and floor. Sitting motionless, Bathilda kept a wary eye on her surroundings with (Echolocation).

I wish I could just call Florence. I don't see how I'll be able help people in my current situation. I mean seriously, I can't even beat a rat half my size. Well, I suppose it was bigger than me when it stood up. But still, what the hell was that about anyway? Why is everything so strong here!? Arghh, I already hate this stupid world!

The moment Bathilda cursed the new planet she had been struggling to survive on since her reincarnation, she was hit with the much needed feeling of sweet-sweet healing and a new notification to go with it.

Brat has been slain

Bathilda has reached Level 4

Skill (Poison Fang) has reached Level 3

Skill (Echolocation) has reached Level 5

Skill (Echolocation) has become (Echolocation+)

(Echolocation+) The range of this skill is doubled

Ha... Haha... Hahahaha.

Feeling as fresh as she had at the moment of her arrival, Bathilda began to form a new strategy to defeat the Brats. A tried and tested strategy that had won many battles and wars back where she was originally from.

I'm definitely not going to be sticking around for a fair fight, that's for sure. Especially not now I know how tough they are. It's time for a good old hit and run.