"Meow!"
Fat Orange and Little Black kicked out a leg, nimbly dodging the Witch Puppet's flailing arm and returning to Marvin's side.
The Witch Puppet, riddled with wounds and virtually no unscathed flesh left, sighed with relief, finally free from the nuisance of the two 'fleas' hopping about. Just as it prepared to continue the slaughter...
It suddenly saw a bottle aimed right at it.
"Awooo!!!"
To Marvin's mild surprise, the moment the Witch Puppet saw the glass bottle, it howled in terror and fled backward, as if it had seen some dreadful devil, utterly petrified, and crashed headlong towards the door.
However...
It was already too late.
Marvin continuously poured power into the Magic Array, and the suction of the bottle grew stronger. The Witch Puppet, which had struggled forward the moment before, now froze in place, completely immobilized. No matter how hard it tried, it couldn't escape the bottle's grasp.
