Vanyel's hands lifted, under his shoulders as the Vampyre attempted to push himself up. His fangs released the boot as he pushed. His attempts were failing, however, as with each blow Vanyel's body sunk a bit more, pushing his face back into the small puddle.

He remained silent, except for small pants and an occasional shudder that rocked his body. Vanyel's hands were splayed next to him, one curled in a fist in the mud, the other gripping the dusty cobblestones. Vanyel's right eye, the chocolate one, was closed, halfway covered in mud. The green eye, however, stared at the human, the fight boiling in the Vampyre seeming to diminish.

Though his lips were parted, no sound came from them, Vanyel instead lifting his head and shaking it slightly as a reply to the human. His head laid itself back down in the mud after this was done, and another low moan passed through the pale lips.