Bat Fight Simulator

The pursuers behind him gathered more and more, and the roars like wild animals sounded from time to time. On the walls, roofs, fences and stairs, they rushed out from different directions to form an outflanking.

Too many...

The vigilante who needed to constantly break out of the encirclement frowned, and his face, half covered by the domino mask, had an unconcealable solemnity.

He held the kari stick with one hand to repel more and more enemies who gathered.

With the other hand, he wanted to find the holy water he had brought as a backup option before coming.

"Are you looking for this?"

A familiar voice sounded, and Nightwing, who was too distracted by too many targets, suddenly raised his head and looked carefully. Now he recognized who was in front of him... No, he was no longer human.

The other party stood with the vampires and became an unavoidable obstacle on the escape path.

"Medalin?!"

Nightwing's nerves were tense, and his body movements did not relax because he met an acquaintance, but became more alert.

He saw that the woman who looked similar to him had a somewhat far-fetched expression.

Medalin took something out of the pocket of his windbreaker.

Open the bottle cap of the holy water that Nightwing can even rely on at this moment, tilt the bottle and pour it all on the ground.

The water flows along the floor tiles, seeps into the gaps, and becomes the moisture of the soil.

Then he forced a smile to his brother, trying to persuade him.

"You are not fully prepared, these are too few."

"Sorry, I used means to lead you here."

"But I gave you wrong information and didn't tell you that you were facing a whole tribe."

"Dick, I know your identity."

"I also know that you are Nightwing of Blüdhaven."

The time was delayed too long, and the enemy was already chasing.

Medalin wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Nightwing's action of turning around and fleeing in another direction without hesitation.

Before he could say anything to stop his brother's steps, he heard Pandora's order again.

"Catch him."

The kari stick flashed with cold arcs, and the tug-of-war and siege made him unable to hold on for too long, because as long as there was a flaw, countless vampires would rush over.

Dick tried his best to adjust his breathing, squeeze every burst of his body, and knock down the guy who blocked his way.

His mind was constantly working to find an exit, and his eyes swept through every corridor, staircase, window and door... Damn, there were too many of them, and they were all blocked.

He raised his leg to hook down an enemy who was rushing towards him, and threw the attacker behind him at the moment of bending down, and blocked the new attack with a long stick with a wrist flip.

Nightwing ran in the underground building. The urgent pursuit did not allow him to rest for a moment, and he must not relax at all.

He coughed and panted, his muscles were so tight that they were sore, and the long-term high-intensity battle made his body heavy and tired.

Nightwing walked alone through the ancient corridor with traces, and the figures in the dark surrounded him, waiting for the prey to run out of energy.

They did it. When they were surrounded and blocked in the middle again, Nightwing instinctively wanted to jump into the air.

A moment of misjudgment caused the hook gun to be cut off. Dick was smashed from the air to the ground, his head was broken and bloody, and his body had more than one fracture and wound. Blood dripped from the corner of his forehead and kept sliding down from the side of his face. The increasingly strong smell of food made the vampires more and more eager to move.

He subconsciously wanted to struggle to get up, but he was captured by the group of vampires who kept rushing over, and was pressed in the center and could not escape.

Medalin walked into the encirclement. She looked at Nightwing who was pressed down and pressed against the ground. The man's uniform had been torn into pieces, revealing the skin and flesh that were scratched by the sharp nails of non-humans.

Slender fingers stroked and took off the domino mask, revealing the handsome face of Dick Grayson.

Nightwing was still struggling, and it was equally difficult to suppress him. The vampires could only increase the strength of the shackles, scratching more flesh and blood.

Facing this familiar yet unfamiliar blood relative, Nightwing held a section of the kari stick that was stained with a lot of blood in the battle in his hand.

The bottom end was aimed straight at the opponent's throat at close range.

The weapon was finally stopped in front of Medalin's throat, looking at the opponent's determined eyes.

Dick really couldn't continue to attack. The blue bird of Port Bo looked sadly at his half-sister, the mayor of Blüdhaven.

Finally, he trembled and dropped his arms as if he was exhausted, and his blue eyes with tears flowing down looked at his only remaining blood relative.

Pandora supported Nightwing's shoulders from behind as Medalin and the vampires retreated.

Tearing off the uniform to expose the neck, the noble mistress here leaned over and approached with sharp fangs.

All the vampires present focused their eyes on the center, watching the master bite through the flesh and taste the blood, and then return the favor and start the first embrace.

The blood-red pupils shrank, and the abnormality happened suddenly. They all looked at the new situation in the encirclement in horror.

The blood-stained red kari stick pierced Pandora's heart.

Nightwing turned his wrist and pressed a certain position, and the holy water stored in the metal was injected into the heart of the vampire lord, making the other party dead.

The black-haired vigilante raised his head again, his animal eyes were scarlet, and Nightwing raised his hand and slowly licked his palm splashed with blood.

The taste of the same kind is indeed terrible. After swallowing the blood, the lips and corners of the mouth were stained with bright colors.

He stood up and looked at all the vampires here again, but this time he looked down at them.

In the blood of obedience to the noble and powerful, everyone bowed their heads to welcome the new master.

Nightwing returned to the apartment, and the hunger after the first hug made him subconsciously rub his fangs slightly.

He simply changed into his daily clothes, and there was no trace of scars on his body after taking off the cloth.

As he walked, his red eyes scanned the entire apartment, and finally his eyes fell on the computer. He approached and opened it, and skillfully entered the password and command, calling up the surveillance status of Blüdhaven and Gotham.