[There is a tiny part of Alucard, the part of him that is well and truly the son of Dracula, that takes some level of delight in seeing the necromancer like this. He is not humbled, he is brought down low into the mud and his face has been rubbed into it time and again, breaking him of any falsely earned pride. Oh, he could still be a threat, but to witness this, there's a thrill in Alucard that he has such a deep shame of even as the feeling glows warmly in the pit of his stomach.

Focusing on the other two means he can ignore the feeling. Alucard is hyper aware of how Trevor moves. He has to force himself to be through the thick smoke, and it's right to assume that there are other traps present. The spell's caster may be without magic now, but that doesn't mean his spells can't be fueled.

When the necromancer tries to reach out, Alucard still tries to move in front of Sypha. It's allowed under the smoke's say so because the urge is not to harm, but to protect. Protect even though that was part of the problem in the first place.

He can still do that. The way Sypha's hands are on him say everything. His hands go over hers, gentle as they can be in this moment.]

Forgemastery isn't extended to vampires. There's no need, given what vampires are capable of.

[He speaks lowly, not willing to move without Trevor's say so.]

Sypha. [He says her name to try and ground her.] What would you have us do, and what would you have Us do?

[The capital letter can be heard. He has to ask, because this is so very much the matter of two different parts of their lives.]