Exhaling slowly, Stan straightened and turned toward the next passage. He barely managed two steps before a shrill screech tore through the air.
Small, dark shapes materialized from the empty space above him, bat-like creatures whose bodies existed only partially within the visible plane. Half of each creature was here. The other half existed somewhere beyond his sight. Their wings passed effortlessly through the stone walls, and his attacks sliced through them as though they were smoke.
"Abyss Bats." The familiar voice echoed once more. Stan was beginning to find it increasingly annoying.
He gritted his teeth and attacked anyway, but ordinary strikes accomplished nothing. His Bloodfangs passed harmlessly through their partially phased bodies, the blades cutting only empty air as the bats shrieked and swarmed around him in a chaotic dance.
Their attacks were weak. Individually, none of them posed a real threat. Their strength lay in their numbers.
