Setsuna's years of fighting had taught him the skills he needed and honed his reflexes to what they were today, so when he sensed the bat charging from underneath he swiftly dodged away—but the bat was quicker.

He gave out a cry of pain as the bat's claws grazed against his skin, bright red blood seeping out the wound and forming tiny, round droplets on the floor. He ground his teeth together and tried to counterattack, this time trying to use his flashlight as a weapon. With an angered grunt, he adjusted his grip on the flashlight so that it was positioned horizontally, almost like how he held a knife during hand-to-hand combat, and quickly swung the end without the light at the bat that had just attacked him.