'How could you fuck it up?' This is something Michael got asked frequently in one way or another, longer ago. This question was asked so often in fact that it is the first thing that echos the young man's mind, each time he makes a mistake.

Any progress he might have made towards bettering himself, towards a goal, anything good really, it was all invalidated by any mistake he made, no matter how miniscule or major. At least, that's how Michael saw it.

He remained curled up, his thousand yard stare drilling a metaphorical hole in the ground he rested his forehead on it. His breathing slowed and he could feel his lungs burn from exertion and his liver throb sharply inside him from the poison that was slowly starting to leave his body.

Each breath he took felt shallow compared to how he felt while on Woh's poison and the feelings of slowness and lethargy that started to wash over him, only confirmed it.

Woh's words from earlier in the night started to ring in his ears along his usual self degrading motto, but barely a whisper compared to them. Still, only a whisper, slither of good word is what managed to make Michael start to get up from the mud.

Growling and cackling began to get louder, coming from behind that same wall section the original attacker appeared from. Another Dire Hay-yen rose with a leap over with ease, followed by a second and a third that was actually using the wall's spikes and barbed wire to climb over, the stinging cutting wire not making it react much besides hindering its movement only temporarily.

The first two moved freely and after scanning their surroundings, their azure burning eyes stopped upon Michael's visage, muddy, bloody and with ragged breathing. The third meat puppet was moving more sluggishly, forced. From all of the Hay-yen's this one moved the most akin to a rickety puppet. Its burning blue eyes had streaks going down the sides of its maws to the chin, akin to grooves cut in stone by streaks of water.

The trio of magical marionettes would slowly separate, as the third seemed to very slowly walk towards the possibly dead or unconscious body of the normal sized Hay-yen that came flying over the wall some time ago.

"Well you certainly were full of surprises before, but let me tell you Daeman. Your tricks won't work on me again." Vespertillia spoke through the mouth of her leading puppet.

"For the trouble and humiliation you brought me, I will make you suffer. You can NOT comprehend with WHO you have been dealing with. Still, I find the kindness in me to help you understand." She spoke again from the second body that was moving towards Michael at an angle, clearly getting in position to the human's flank.

"Someone who's got an ego big enough to fit inside multiple people?" Michael said with a tired chuckle as he took note now of the blue eyes of the Hay-yen and how the two spoke akin to the one that still laid dead on the dirt.

"Feisty and clever. It almost seems a pity to capture you only to drain you of all your blood. Almost." The shaman said with a voice that oozed a condescending tone as the first meat puppet charged at Michael afterwards.

The Dire Hay-yen came up close and personal like before, claws ready to carve up the bastard pink Daeman into slices. Michael was already with his hands up in the same guard as before and keeping light to his feet, but this wouldn't be of much help.

His movements were slower and his breathing pulled air in a much more labored manner. Soon enough the claws of the Dire Hay-yen found their targets, starting to dig grooves into Michael's upper arms and shoulders, drawing blood.

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Vespertilia took in a deep breath of satisfaction in her chair back at the camp. "Fufufu~ this creature is a joke. Still I need to make this quick, got more piggies to round... sniff ... up?" She said as she could feel a smell from her puppet's nose.

Sniffing through the senses of her impromptu necromantic simulacrum, she traced the smell to the blood on her claws and with a much stronger potency coming off of Michael and his wounds. It was intoxicating. The shaman woman could feel her maw drip with drool, her heart pound harder as she crossed her legs, her toes digging into the carpet. "S-such rich aroma... so full of... mana..." She groaned as she leaned in her chair, licking her canines that seemed to elongate a bit more.

This moment of euphoria didn't last long for her though, as flashes of dulled pain let her know of her puppet being assaulted. As she focused once more, she could see the pink Daeman now up close to her Hay-yen puppet, pounding away at its gut.

"You little-" She just managed to squeak through her puppet's jaws before they got dislocated by Michael's left fist coming into a hook, the knuckle duster crunching against the boney jaw.

"I-... don't know why you stopped, but God, am I glad you stop to gloat..." Michael said more for himself, as the Dire Hay-yen crumpled to the ground.

"The feeling is mutual. Fufufu~" Vespertilia's voice replied with the same cockiness as before from behind Michael.

As the young man focused to take down the opponent in front of him, the exhaustion creeping up on him made Michael tunnel vision upon the enemy he just took care of. The tricky shaman, saw the puppet's downfall and instead directed the second one to hurry up behind him. After the quick remark with a mischievous tone, the puppet latched onto Michael, wrapping the massive arms around and over his shoulders, the claws digging into his chest around the clavicle area.

The young man let out a groaned cry of pain as he then gritted his teeth, feeling the burn in his fresh wounds aching and tears glazing his eyes without dripping on his face. "Agh! Curva Dracului!" ("Agh! Fucking bitch!" or "Agh! Satan's Whore!")

The Hay-yen cackled in his ear in a whisper, almost like a purring. "On a second thought, you might be the morsel I will keep for myself, to just nibble on for the sake of savoring your blood." The puppet master said keenly as she made the puppet lick a fresh splash of blood from her enemy's shoulder.

"Agh- hah! S-shit... I think that will be a hard pass from me. I am not THAT kinky. Rgh-" Michael retorted with a groan of pain as he could feel the Dire Hay-yen digging her claws further into him.

"Sadly, that is non negotiable, my delectable Daeman." Vespertillia replied as her puppet began to lift and drag Michael slowly towards the wood wall of the village.

This kidnapping is quick to get interrupted as ice binds the puppet's legs firmly into the ground. The sudden freezing spell got a frustrated snarl coming out of Vespertilia's growl and as she scanned around for the culprit she spotted an elderly Tuskir woman, with a glowing staff, not too far away from her and her delicious snack. "How do you dare to intervene, swine?! Surrender with the rest of your ilk!"

Urla kept her stoic expression upon her face and she simply glared with an ice cold gaze at the Dire Hay-yen. "To quote our friend, that will be a 'hard pass'. But, I am an understanding woman. So, as a counter offer-..." Urla said as she waved her hand in an upwards motion. Doing some made a large spike jet out underneath the Hay-yen and impale it through its nether regions, up the abdomen and out the left shoulder.

The body died off halfway in the middle of the attack dropping Michael off and making another pair of blue eyes on Vespertilia's body to darken and drip with blood.

"BITCH SWINE!" The shaman roared in her tent as she got up, feeling her body burn. "THAT was mine! MINE! MINE! MINE!" She said slamming her fists on her table and tossing around the candles that stopped glowing, her dribbling spit, splattering all over the floor and walls of her tent.

With a shakey hand she took her half-full chalice and took a sip from it, grimacing. "This is cheap garbage by comparison..." she said spitting part of the blood in her mouth, that she didn't swallow, tossing the chalice aside afterwards.

With a growl in her throat she sat back down, the sound of anger then turning to an obscene cackle, dripping with a hungering type of lust, a lust a wolf would have over a lamb, as it licked its teeth in anticipation of the taste. "Fufufu~ I am coming to get you, my scrumptious morsel. Fuck the rest... if I have you, i will make sure to harvest that blood for the rest of MY life. HAHAHAHA!"

Vespertilia erupted with a mad laughter as her eyes and all additional ones on her body glowed an intense blue shifting to a pastel teal, the droll dripping from her jaws even more as she continued controlling her puppets, with a new goal in mind for her Siege.