[It falls to Sypha to manage the priest, still. He stands nearby, penned in by a fence of inward-pointing spikes, and even undead it seems he's at least intelligent enough not to walk directly into them.

The fate of the hunters will be the spectacle for the city, really. This one, she knows, may well be destined for a much more private end at Alucard's hands personally.]

They need not be awake, for me to get them back to the city.

[She points out, quietly.]

I can haul them with no difficulty, so long as they are knocked out.