Chapter 3: Fat Bloodbat
Thankfully, unlike the Captain who was woefully unprepared to protect Princess Yuki, Akira had been on high alert and was fully ready to explode forth to save the love of his life.
He had heard the subtle shift in air pressure, the near-silent flutter of leathery wings, and smelled the sickly-sweet stench of blood and rot as the Bloodbats descended.
He leapt forward and tackled Princess Yuki to the ground, the cold stone floor scraping against his elbows as he rolled them both to safety.
"Kyaaaaa!" Princess Yuki’s shrill scream of shock rang out and echoed loudly across the corridor.
B-b-bam!
The three Stealth Bloodbats slammed onto the ground with so much force that they caused the hard stone floor to crack.
If Akira had not leapt forward to save Princess Yuki, there was no doubt whatsoever that she would have been killed by the Bloodbats.
"Princess Yuki!!" Captain Kagekatsu roared in fury, his eyes reddening as a storm of emotion surged through him. Fear, anger, indignation, and despair all crashing in at once.
He charged forward, his blade flashing in the torchlight with a shrill ring.
The air was instantly filled with the sharp wet splatter of flesh tearing and the metallic scent of blood as he unleashed a flurry of attacks that quickly turned the three Stealth Bloodbats into twitching, bloody pieces.
Even as blood splashed across the floor and the Captain’s blade carved through the beasts with ruthless precision, half of Akira’s mind calmly noted the man’s impressive strength.