Beasts were just beasts, it seemed. These hounds behaved like wolves, once faced with a larger enemy, they would attempt to surround said enemy and attack from all sides, leaving no room for the target to manoeuvre or escape. He had been using the same technique for years, after all, so countering it proved to be of little difficulty. The first hound tried to bait him, feigning a strike from the left before leaping in from the right. Jagred intercepted the beast’s attempt at fineness, and brought his blade up. As soon as the hound charged, he sidestepped, then struck the creature’s neck. The sharp blade went through easily, almost severing the beast’s head as its limp body dropped to the ground. With lightning reflexes, Jagred turned to engage the hounds that had circled behind him. Before either of them could charge, he went in first, striking a beast to his right. It leapt out of the way, but just barely. His sword had caught its side and left a long cut from its midsection up to its right eye. The wounded beast let out a yelp as it fell to its good side. He would finish it later.
For now, with only one opponent left, Jagred loomed over the beast, ready to deliver an overhead strike that would surely part the beast with its head. It was then the bat attacked. They took him by surprise just for a few seconds, but it was long enough for the hound to realize its chance. The creature leapt, its mouth full of razor sharp teeth was wide opened. There was no saving it now, so Jagred thrust his sword toward the beast, half-praying he catch flesh. In the end, he did. The creature’s life blood stained his gloves as he retrieved his blade from its gaping, unmoving maw.
However, there was still the threat of the bats. Some surrounded him, stubbornly clung to his exposed skin with sharp claws and teeth, drawing blood. They did not bother him that much though, aside of obscuring his vision. But in such a hostile place, he needed his vision, so he began to work on clearing out the bats, relying on his speed and superhuman stamina. His black blade was a blur as Jagred turned and slashed repeatedly at the bats around him, blood and flesh began falling like snow.
-Jagred finished off three hounds then began chopping up the bats-