Michael got caught off-guard as he saw a Hay-yen fly over the wall and then proceed to crumple onto the ground, not even a yelp coming out of the now unmoving body. A splattering of blood around its head coated the dirt around its temple. 'Doamne, ce dracu, ce tactici au ăștia?' (' Oh God, what the fuck, what kind of tactics do they have?') The young man thought confused, only after stiffening up, spear in arms, at the sight of the humanoid figure that appeared over the wall.
"Oy! Y'ung lad. Somethin' isn' right. There were two of them bein' chased by the rest. Deserters, maybe? Das one o' 'em, but where's da secon- " Spek's words from up in the tower were shortly interrupeted by a yelping growl from a large Hay-yen form that seemed to jump over the wall entirely and land onto the old Tuskir's tower, holding onto the wooden frames of the small cabin that was set at the top of the defensive structure.
It snarled, its blue burning eyes staring at Spek as if boring holes through him, and just as quickly as it came on top of the tower, it then tackled Spek with a loud unhinged cackle echoing in the darkness of the late evening. Wood splintered and got shot in multiple directions as the old man and the Hay-yen enemy came to a quick fall. Still, even through this, Spek was still aware and battle ready. When the Hay-yen first jumped to tackle him, the old grizzled boarman managed to impale its shoulder on the short javelin like spear he held and as the two plummeted onto the ground, with agressive snorts, Spek ripped his handaxe off of his belt and began chopping at the possesed creature's other shoulder and side of the neck.
Michael froze for a second wide eyed as he witnessed the two hitting the dirt with a thud, just in shock. It was different to witness another get attacked in front of you, but this was a few mere moments, extended only in his mind's eye.
"NO!" He screamed at the top of his lungs as he began running towards the two figures, his expression showing fear and anger simultaneous. Spear in hands he charged, Woh at the top of his curled hair holding on, or at least remembering to do so, as she was coming out of a shock like state as well.
The Hay-yen on top of Spek seemed to just claw away at him, tearing into the man like a dog would into an old rag toy. The old Tuskir just as savagely squealed and kept chopping at his enemy like a mad woodcutter would chop at a cursed tree.
The Dire Hay-yen's ears twitched as the scream of the human reached its ears, the burning blue eyes intensifying as a cackled snarl left its maws. "Oh? What do we have here?" Vespertilia's ethereal voice left its throat. As Michael charged with the spear, eyes wide and pupils focused, the meat puppet rolled backwards out of the way, before coming into a forward springing motion from it's curled up position, powerful claws breaking the spear's shaft.
Michael flinched from the sudden forward push from his adversary, but it was only a momentary pause before his growled advanced quickly resumed. He used the three forths of the spear, which was now a short wooden staff with a jagged end, to stab the blue eyed predator into the chest, the expression on the meat puppet's face denoting surprise.
"Huh... thought a furless vermin like you would turn tail the moment its weapon broke." Vespertilia retorted through the puppet, as she controled it to lash out towards the human. The claw attack got blocked by the right arm guard of the young man, but the force behind the blow, nearly tore through it entirely.
Michael's breathing was ragged, he could feel his heart beat inside his ears, it tried to pump as hard as it could, but the beats were staggered and irregular, something the young man had to deal with his whole life, physical effort felt crippling and he could never quite get enough air, except recently... recently he nearly forgot about this.
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"W-woh... hah... I need you to poison me. Poison m-me and hold on tight... I will get you close to it." The young man whispered under his breath as he watched the humongous Hay-yen just take the spear shaft out of its chest, a gush of dark red and purple blood leaving it's body. The blue burning eyes met his defiantly, as they were locked into a stare down.
"What?!" The pink amphoran whisper croaked from behind his head as she was holding onto his T-shirt. She looked unsure at the back of Michael's nape and then down at her covered hands, a tremble of uncertainty in her long digits.
"Just do it." Michael replied from between his gritted teeth, as he was carefully pulling out, his knuckle duster from its pouch and sliding it on his left hand. The now much rougher digits would wrap around the cold metal as the hand tensed and slightly curved from the wrist, akin to a short rounded claw.
"HAH! What will that chunk of metal do good for you, furless vermin?! Cute, sad, but cute." Vespertilia chuckled from her seat back at the Hay-yen camp as she controled the specific meat puppet fighting Michael.
The young man kept on with the stare down, Vespertilia locked into it with confidence, a predatory game of chicken, then the human coughed and gasped for air, the paler complexion in the shine of the torches began to turn redder. Then the capilaries in his nostrils bursted with blood as he huffed it out proceeding to then gasp in a big breath of air, the thin veins across the whites of his eyes would pronounce as the pupils tightened more than before. He could feel it now. '*BUMP BUMP BUMP BUMP BUMP...*' A constant strong heartbeat, like back at the river side.
"What is it wurm? Going to keel over from terror?" Vespertilia's voice taunted from between the cackled snarls leaving the Hay-yen puppet's maws.
Michael didn't reply as he just grunted into a charge again, leaning forward slightly, his arms were up vertically, covering up his neck and face, his elbow tucked inwards. He started jabbing once getting within reach of the Hay-yen which dodged the blows with a ferocious grace, cackling madly all the way.
"Deplorable." The puppet replied with contempt oozing in its tone. Vespertilia just had to make the body dodge and the enhanced Hay-yen she controlled did so with ease, so she then watched carefully for the perfect moment. She could see the left arm of the pinkish red creature, start to lower its guard with each jab performed and after holding back, the perfect moment showed itself. The fool presented her with just enough of a window to strike at his bare throat. She took this opportunity in full as she directed the puppet to raise its right claw and quickly strike.
The fast motion was in place to reach its target, but the puppet's movements got suddenly stopped, the meat harlequin letting out a yelp, which confused the shaman, until she shifted her gaze downwards, where the human now was, his left fist covered in metal now deeply buried into the side of the Dire Hay-yen's rib cage. The bat like shaman could feel her control slip as the body naturally bent forward as air escaped its lungs entirely, but before it could even rise back up to gasp, its neck found itself stuck in a hold.
Michael had wrapped his other arm around the Hay-yen's throat, getting its head stuck behind himself, as he tensed his arm's muscles to make sure it couldn't wrench free easily. "Now, Woh!" The young man yelled and in a synced motion the black and pink ninja like amphoran jumped off of Michael's back right on the tip of the Hay-yen's snout, placing her bare hands onto its face and then quickly jumping off with a big eyed wink at the burning blue gaze of the beast.
"D-death's Lover?" Vespertilia whispered to herself confused, as her gaze then shifted to one of the blue flames on her table, which began to sputter, two of the extra blue eyes that opened on her left arm starting to wildly dilate and quiver.
The human then let go and shoved off of himself the now quaking Hay-yen meat puppet, which slowly began to foam at the mouth and convulse. "I am going to kill you furred fucks like I did back at the river, every last one of you that decided to go on with this assault..." The young man said coughing up a bit of blood which trickled down the back of his throat from his nose.
As Vespertillia's vision through this meat puppet began to fade away as the flesh began to weaken and die from the pink amphoran's poison, all the eyes on her form widened, as she gritted her teeth, her meat puppet mimicking her expression, now driven by her emotions. "IT WAS YOU?!" The Dire Hay-yen uttered before the blue burning eyes began to flicker and then slowly would fade to blank black sockets, crumpling onto the dirt.