[Alucard's managed to land 3/5s of the party on the ground by the time Trevor has switched back to the whip. They know how to tumble out of the net just so, they just run like Alucard's asked them to when they're on the ground. He doesn't have to look over to know Trevor's using the whip either. The horrible crack of it is a comfort to his ears.
(What vampire ever loved the sound of a Belmont's whip?)
(Hang on. Phrasing.)
But as Alucard starts to scramble back to the platform, because he still has to have vampire shit undercover, his nose catches something else. Magic has no smell, so neither does necromancy, but Alucard knows what death smells like and it is coming from behind him.
His feet are on the ground. He turns, and walking through the nearly empty tent is a man too sharply dressed, a man walking too calmly for this moment, a man Alucard is willing to bet his life on as the instigator of all of this.
He doesn't see what's being drawn out. (It is a simple doctor's reflex tester.) All he knows is Trevor's surname is on his lips before anything else.]
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(What vampire ever loved the sound of a Belmont's whip?)
(Hang on. Phrasing.)
But as Alucard starts to scramble back to the platform, because he still has to have vampire shit undercover, his nose catches something else. Magic has no smell, so neither does necromancy, but Alucard knows what death smells like and it is coming from behind him.
His feet are on the ground. He turns, and walking through the nearly empty tent is a man too sharply dressed, a man walking too calmly for this moment, a man Alucard is willing to bet his life on as the instigator of all of this.
He doesn't see what's being drawn out. (It is a simple doctor's reflex tester.) All he knows is Trevor's surname is on his lips before anything else.]
Belmont! Behind!