For some reason, this talking bat didn't have quite the same vibe as the other animals outside.
It was far more intelligent than they had shown themselves to be.
The way that it spoke contained a clarity and elegance that was far beyond even most humans. Never mind the fallen.
And it appeared to have quite a breadth of knowledge in that little head as well.
Grandmaster Mu-Song smiled harmlessly.
"What a fascinating little creature you are. I wonder how a thing like you can tell I am a user of poison arts?"
"Because I cannot smell you."
The 'bat' fell from the ceiling.
Before it hit the ground, the furry mammal transformed into an unexpected vision.
A man over six feet in height; clad in black and god robes. Nine silver tails swayed back and forth behind his back; fully catching the attention of all three men present.
"Grandmasters. This is our husband; Taira." Lucia introduced.
