[Alucard's own gold eyes stare back at the green ones, trying to meet challenge with challenge. What fear do you offer us? He breathes in the smell, the incense faintly reminding him of Trevor's scent when he comes home from church. The char is...it doesn't need to be said.
The hand that holds onto Sypha's grows tighter. He hisses at the word witch, and puts himself between Sypha and the thing in the fog. Alucard's eyes go up, trying to account for the sound of rain and...
...no. That's not rain, although the fog is beginning to add moisture that clings to their clothes.]
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The hand that holds onto Sypha's grows tighter. He hisses at the word witch, and puts himself between Sypha and the thing in the fog. Alucard's eyes go up, trying to account for the sound of rain and...
...no. That's not rain, although the fog is beginning to add moisture that clings to their clothes.]
Let's keep moving. See if it follows.