(Rage of Bahamut, for Spook Me! Fest on DW)

This was breaking all of his rules, but the pay was very good.

And while Bart was a bodyguard, not a bounty hunter, he hadn't been able to pass up that many coins for what was going to be simple work...

...for a demon.

He could smell the thing before he saw it; he could smell its rotten leftovers. Five girls in the last month... Bart was quite glad he only needed to bring in the beast's foul head.

Others could come and retrieve their dead. He'd be on the road with a fat pouch.

Quickly, he swung his sword.