Bathilda was stifled at the harshness of her own words, but didn't waste the opportunity and set her plan into motion. She dove towards the Alto, the dominating bunny, who was about to finish off its opponent.

Even on the verge of death, the Brat managed to pick up a new scent and locked eyes with the hastily approaching Bathilda. The Alto, however, was either too enthralled in its almost victory, or didn't have the same level of sensory skills as the Brat did, to notice the small, fast target shooting down at it from above.

Raising one of its large feet, ready to stomp the last vestiges of life out of its dinner, the Alto was caught off guard as something sharp pierced its neck.

Suddenly racked with a burning pain, the large rabbit began hopping furiously on the spot. Forgetting all about the rodent, the monster's eyes targeted the newcomer.

Hovering in the air was a small, pink bat with dark purple wings. Taking too long to gage its new opponent, the creature suddenly shot three, white blades of wind towards the Alto.

The monster didn't hesitate, however, and fortunately for it as a stroke or good luck, or pure coincidence, between itself and Bathilda was the Brat. Already on the verge of death, the Alto kicked the Brat into the path of the blades. The rabbit could only watch in dismay as its food and experience were bisected right before it.

Worst of all, its dinner didn't manage to stop the blades of air and they continued straight on to their next target. The Alto had to quickly evade the weakened attacks instead of immediately attacking its new enemy.

Angrier now than it had been after the bat's sneak attack, the Alto let out the cutest screech Bathilda had ever heard. That didn't stop her from turning tail and dashing back the way she came from.

Furious that it didn't receive the notification for finishing off its enemy, plus losing the opportunity to have a peaceful meal, the overgrown rabbit began hopping down the same tunnel its aggressor fled through.

Bathilda, on the other hand, was ecstatic. Her hit and run tactic was a major success. Not only did she manage to slice the Brat into pieces, boosting her confidence towards taking on the group of rodents that chased her across the pit, but she also managed to land a poison-laced (Chomp+) on the Alto.

Stupid rabbit. It doesn't know it's dead already.

Not wanting to stop anywhere that the monstrous bunny would be able to reach, she could see it following her through (Echolocation+), Bathilda made her way back to the pit.

Turning at the intersection, she pressed on round the corner and was surprised when a stone almost hit her head on. It seemed that Brats were the type of monsters that held grudges.

Still on their side of the pit, a hail of stones bombarded Bathilda as she did her best to dodge the incoming projectiles. With the Alto closing in fast there wasn't any time to waste and Bathilda dove down the hole that separated them the instant she reached it.

So far, I haven't seen anything other than myself that's able to fly in this cave. That means I should be safe to wait it out down here. OK, that's not 100%, but it's the best I've got for now.

With nothing better to go on, Bathilda continued her descent down the pit. A few stones rained down beside her but thanks to gravity they weren't very threatening, giving her time to take in the pit.

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It was only her third time here. The first time she had been falling too fast to notice anything and Bathilda had been too captured in the joy of flying on her second trip through to take in anything.

Now, she had time and a purpose. She needed to find a safe location. Somewhere she could ride out her prolonged kills from (Poison Fang) safely.

The outer edges of the pit looked strange. It was as though the pit was more shaft than cave. The wall was fairly smooth in comparison to the cave-like tunnels running above. Bathilda wasn't certain, but she had a hunch that someone -or something, had created the deathly drop intentionally.

As she neared the bottom, Bathilda managed to find a crack in the wall's surface. Inside was a small alcove, just big enough for her to fit inside.

I'll be fine here. It's dangerous to hang around in the open anyway. Even if I do sort of feel sad for not doing so. For now this will be my base of operations.

"Really?"

Yes! Really. It's my body and if I want to sit in a cave instead of hanging from the roof, then that's what I'm damn well going to do!

As it did every so often when her frustration built up enough, Bathilda failed at shouting and a new Xray was imprinted across her sight thanks to (Echolocation+). Thanks to that her sight extended towards the bottom of the pit.

Bathilda stared down in horror at what would have been certain death if she had decided to land on the floor instead of seeking safety elsewhere. She was also more grateful than ever that she had been reincarnated with wings.

At the bottom of the pit, the remains of the Millisnake had all but been devoured. Surrounding its corpse, chewing through flesh and bone alike, were hundreds of monsters called Barts. Thanks to her (Identify) skill leveling up, Bathilda could see that each one had over 500HP. They were also twice the size of their obviously-unevolved counterparts, the Brats.

See that! We're staying here... I mean, I! I'm staying here. Now, be quiet and let me check myself out, please.

Talking to herself was becoming an oddly-pleasant commodity since there was no one else the nurse could converse with. Feeling blue at her loneliness, Bathilda looked at the last notification she had received before fleeing.

Brat has been slain

715XP has been awarded

Skill (Wing Slash) has reached Level 4

Bathilda has reached Level 9

Skill (Fly) has reached Level 5

Skill (Fly) has become (Fly+)

(Fly+) Speed and Stamina have been increased for more agile movements and extended flights.

Nice. Once the Alto dies, I should be able to confirm my evolution in here. No falling. No enemies. It's one hundred percent safe.

"What if you're too big after the evolution has finished?"

Shit! What if I do get too big?

Bathilda immediately began digging into the wall of her small base. It wasn't an easy task for her, bats are not exact known to be the burrowing type. Nonetheless, Bathilda dug at the pace of a nurse that's mid-shift with multiple cases and all hell going down on the ward.

The Alto eventually died, somewhere in the tunnels, and at some point not long after Bathilda had started digging. The notification was lost to her and so too was the screaming voice inside her head. All she knew was soil and rocks. Soil was thrown, or swept out, creating a brown rain that almost went unnoticed by the creature's that had almost finished their feast.

Once they had eaten everything in sight, the Barts began to gather beneath the waterfall of dirt, curious as to what was causing the odd phenomena. As with the dirt, every rock that came free or was prized out by claw or wing, so too were they thrown from the entrance. Falling mercilessly towards the Bart pile below.

When she had finally finished, Bathilda stood at the entrance. She took a moment to appreciate the hard work that she had just put in. What had once been a small alcove was now much more and had almost become the size of a small room. Satisfied with her work, Bathilda's senses returned to her, bringing the annoying voice of her mind back with it.

"Why the hell haven't you been listening to me?"

I was in the zone.

"The zone? The zone!? I said it would have been sufficient half a room ago!"

Yeah well, you never know. I just wanted to be sure.

"Well because you wanted to make sure, you missed out on more XP that would have helped you grow!"

What!? How? Wait a minute, how the hell do you know that? You're just me, right? I'm just talking to myself, aren't I?

"Well, sort of, but not really. In a way, I'm you, because I'm in your mind. But my name is actually, Hiro. Hiro? Yes. That was my name."

OK then. Umm, Hiro.

"Yes?"

Get the hell out of my head!