As I come to, I am on the street outside the warehouse. I get up, keeping my sword ready for any strike that the enemy will be throwing at me. Looking into the room I was just in, I look at the man that led me to my present situation.

  He is moving with a calm energy, as if I won't be able to harm him. Knowing who is driving that body, that confidence certainly makes sense. He is right now picking up a sword.

  Well, I start to run, but I stop a few moments later, as I jump to the side. The place that I had just jumped away from is where the other side has crushed the floor with their fucking hands.

  "Well, you are certainly skilled for a half transformed mutt.", the other side speaks, with a feminine voice that one wouldn't expect of such a body. "Who would waste such a fine grunt for inconveniencing me? I wonder?"

  As she speaks, she strikes at me with those claws of hers. I barely manage to block it, the force of her claws enough to make me fly.

  As I feel my back crunch into the wall behind me I realise that things are not going to be easy. Well, the amount of mana that the other party has is half of mine, but the way in which the other party uses it makes all the difference.

  A vampire grunt is not able to control blood mana. Whatever changes happen in the body of a grunt comes from the passive effects of blood mana. I am at the most able to cycle mana which has the benefit of causing some of my blood mana to be cycled along with it. The only reason that even works is due to the fusion spell. I could not do it before.

  The other party can make use of blood mana, controlling it as freely as I can control my vital mana. Even now, I can feel the blood mana in my body beginning to flow towards the other side. Thankfully, it has not left me completely.

  "Has a bat got your tongue, mutt.", the lady speaks. "I would suggest that you do not test my patience."

  As she speaks, her claws plunge into my shoulder. The instant that she does so, I can feel a pain jokt me from the tip of my hairs to the soles of my feet like somebody has shot me with lightning.

  My legs give way to the ground. I can almost taste the dirt of the ground as it fills my lungs. This is not going to be a pleasant experience it looks like. Before I can even turn around properly, the other side is on top of me pinning me to the ground.

  "If you speak right now, I will give you a quick death.", she speaks. "Else, you certainly must know of my reputation. While this body does not have the tools that I usually have. I can be quite creative even with my claws."

  Even as she speaks, I can feel her claws plunge into my back. I can feel pain radiate from my back like she has stuffed my back with a hot rod. With each passing second I ignore the pain, feeling it across my body.

  For my present nonchalance to pain, I have to thank the legion. It is their methods that I am using to meditate during a battle. it is a fascinating technique about which I really shouldn't be talking about right now.

  The sword has flown away from my hand, when the other party attacked. I know where it is, but unless the other side let's me pick it up, it is not an option for me.

  It is within my arm's reach, but the enemy is standing over me like a mountain. The only thing that I have at the moment is dirt on the ground under me. I could use it but will the other side fall for such a stupid thing. The best thing to do now is to wait.

  "Silence will not help you, mutt.", the lady speaks, her voice sounding weird for her body. "The pain will only grow."

  As she speaks, I can feel the pain grow. It is an intense experience, almost breaking through my defenses. Well. Screw it, any more of this and I might get permanently damaged.

  As I steel myself, I hold up a clump of dirt and throw it at the person on top of me. To my surprise, the lady reels back leaving me completely.

  I exploit this fully as I run at my full speed, grasping my sword at the same time. Before the other side can fully clear the dirt in their eyes, I have disappeared into the mess of streets in this place.

  I am at the very least familiar with this place which allows me to navigate it somewhat. This should buy me some time at least. The noble lady would be completely lost here.

  "You mean to hide in front of a noble. You seem to be quite delusional.", I hear a voice whisper behind me. I almost turn and strike at the voice behind. It is a lot of self control that stops me from doing that, no more flair ups of vital mana "You do know that you are leaking quite a bit of blood mana aren't you. It will take me a few minutes to find your location."

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  As she speaks, I realise that my sword is still pumping into me blood mana which the other party can detect quite easily. Stopping the formation makes me feel like somebody has covered me in wax. Right now no amount of enhancement will let me win this fight.

  Well, with a possessed vampire the only option that I have left is to go to the burial groun....

  "I wonder how you have hid yourself, young grunt.", the other side speaks. "Is it that sword of yours. I wonder if it is the bloody baron. Only that bastard has enough reason to hate me. Well, if he is willing to gift me a vampire artifact I would be a fool to refuse it now, would I?"

  Seriously that is fucking creepy. better get going. Anyways where I was, I need to get to the burial ground. The burial ground is something that you find in every city with a large population of people.

  A burial ground looks likes any other cemetery, except if you have the sight. Every inch of the ground here has been inscribed with formations that separate the flesh from the spirit. Any person that has been buried in such a place will have a body completely devoid of spirits, protecting them from necromancy, spirit summoning and more importantly in my case possessions.

  If I manage to get this lady there I will be able to fight her of at the very least. Well, the routes are still a bit confusing for me, but I will be able to get there. Thankfully the formations put there are strong enough that I do not need to worry about losing track of the place. It will always stand out like a beacon to me.

  (After about five minutes.)

  "Do you think such a paltry formation will protect you mutt, this formation will take hours if not days to expel me from this putrid body.", the lady speaks, as he (or she) enters into the place.

  "Why are you chasing me like this, my lady", I reply, finally speaking to the lady. "It is not like I have truly harmed you in any way."

  "You really are an arrogant mutt aren't you. To think you would try and question your superiors. The reason for your death is simple, mutt. You forced me to possess the body of a putrid man.", the lady spoke. She becomes a blur as my sword collides against her claws.

  I am barely able to redirect her attack as I prepare to block her claws.

  "Months of preparation, wasted."

  I block the left hand, but she twists her right hand right into my throat. I jump backwards, feeling the edge of her claws grazing my throat.

  "You fight well for a mutt, but how many strikes can you hold against me."

  This statement is followed by a flurry of claws strikes which I am still not sure how I blocked. It resulted in a swipe on my right hand. The wounds keep bleeding, without stopping. I can't do much except pass my vital mana into those regions.

  "Who is your master, mutt. Tell that and your death shall be painless.".

  Another flurry, which I barely manage to block. The lady is playing with me.

  "Well, I have no master, my lady. He has died almost a couple of years ago.", I speak, bullshitting with such confidence that I am surprised at my words. I can be impulsive sometimes, you know.

  "At least lie a bit better, do you think that the death of a noble capable of creating grunts would not be noticed by me.", she replies, taking a swipe at my head. I duck to dodge it.

  Fighting this lady is going to be painful. Simply put my injuries will be at the moment healing the enemies wounds. Not that it matters, My vital mana must seem quite paltry to the other side.

  That doesn't mean that the vital mana leaking from me won't debilitate me. I can already feel the vital mana that I have been using to reinforce my body dissipating through my wounds.

  "I shall ask you one final time, tell me the identity of your master.", she asks again.

  "Well, if I were to tell you that I have no master, would you be able to believe me.", I reply. Well, has the world begun to rotate or is that me getting dizzy. I honestly don't know.

  Well, I don't even catch the ladies movement, as she charges towards me. Her movement feels as if she is in slow motion.

  Well, that certainly means nothing good. I think loss of blood can cause something like this or else the lady has poison on her nails. I can't really discount that too, now that I think about it.

  You know one funny thing about combat, just how much of combat is dependent on your solidity with the basics.

  I enter into stance, feeling the ladies hand aim for my heart. I take a step to the left, feeling her hand pass into my chest. This is going to hurt.

  The stance that I have taken is positioned in such a way that my sword is aimed right over the enemies head. Almost as soon as I swing my sword down the lady retreats, but the thing is in a battle of fists to blades, the blade will always have better range.

  No matter how fast or agile the enemy is, this fact is not something that can be changed immediately. I can feel the resistance on my sword as it enters into the enemies skull splitting it.

  Well, such an injury doesn't actually hurt someone who has possessed a body, (vampires can even possess corpses.) but we are in the burial grounds. The burial ground you can say is pulling the spirit from the flesh. You can think of the body as a container and the burial ground is the gravity that pulls everything to the ground. The more broken it is the more the contents of it will spill out to be pushed away by the burial ground.

  There is a reason that I came to this place. Thankfully, the enemy is busy. What I have done is equivalent to me shattering the base of the container, through which the soul is leaking out.

  Well, I don't really get the chance to react to the enemie's strike though. The pain of the strike hits me like an elephants charge. I can barely keep myself in a steady state as I look at the dissipating lady. The expelled spirit looks likes smoke wafting from a bonfire.

  "I have remembered your mana, you half converted mutt.", she speaks, her voice the barest of whispers behind my back. "We shall meet again in the court and then I shall show you the finest of pains. You will be screaming your masters name in the process of begging me for mercy. This is my promise."

  I do not retain consciousness to see the entire process of dissipation as the world turns black.