Then Dracula said, his voice smooth and effortless, carrying the weight of centuries as he stood with perfect, aristocratic posture in the moonlit backyard of Seishin Academy.
"I was standing here, then it ran with a high speed as it stumbled across me.
Then it tried shooting its webs at me, but then I dodged them, and that was when I killed it by using this bat to hit its head multiple times."
He gestured casually toward the broken bat-like limb on the ground, his long black coat billowing slightly in the night breeze as he demonstrated the strikes with elegant, precise movements of his hand.
His silver-streaked hair caught the moonlight, giving him an almost ethereal glow as he spoke, his expression one of mild boredom, as if the act had been no more difficult than swatting a fly.
The group listened, their flashlights casting long shadows across the dead creature, the air thick with the metallic tang of blood and the faint scent of scorched earth from earlier attacks.
