"Skreee!!!"
The supposed Alpha of the bloodwing flock screeched in rage after seeing its brethren slaughtered without much hassle.
"Skreee!!!"
The large red-winged avian monster screeched once more and then... more bloodwings began to descend with a fast dive—another volley attack!
Of course, their target was still the same as before: the smiling human in the black formal suit.
"These feathery fellows of ours," the butler mused as he readied his sword at his side, "they're not any cleverer than their 'wild' counterparts, are they?"
And as soon as he finished his words, the second volley of the bloodwings' assault reached him—
SLASH—SLASH—SLASH!
—But just like the first volley, they were met only with the butler's blade, meeting their end in the same way as their braver brethren: cleanly cut into pieces and limbs.
Martha's grip on her sword tightened as she watched the display.
His swordplay—precise, effortless—was leagues beyond anything she'd ever seen.
