The red sun had already risen above the horizon, but the depths of the woods were still dimly lit.
As the witcher-knights were hot in pursuit, dashing across the dense woods, groups of bloodsucking bats flanked them from behind. Swiftly, they pounced and tackled the witcher-knights in the rear, one after another.
With their leathery wings and the ability to fly silently, along with their ability to shift rapidly between their batform and human form, none of the witcher-knights were able to defend against the sudden attack when they dove down from above.
Of course, any knight that made it into this army was no weakling. Even if they were caught by surprise, they were still able to counter attack, severely wounding the attacking vampires. But their bravery in the face of death was useless against the vampires. All they had to do was devour a little fresh blood, and all sorts of serious injuries would be healed in a matter of seconds.
