[Trevor's whip knocks the wind soundly out of him along with dislodging his hat, forcing the necromancer back a step, and as Alucard's sword sails at him he —
Oddly, shows no sign of trying to move away, or dodge out of the line of fire. He simply grins behind his dark, mirrored glasses, raising his hands and seeming almost to accept the wound even as another set of shadows begin to wrap around the blade, as if sheathing it within their snare.]
— now that's not very nice!
[He finishes, eerily, as though offended at being interrupted.]
No!
[Hands twisting into familiar configurations, Sypha rushes to her left, swinging wide to try to get around behind the necromancer even as a ball of fire leaps from her fingertips, blasting flame at his face in the hopes of causing his own focus to shatter.]
no subject
[Trevor's whip knocks the wind soundly out of him along with dislodging his hat, forcing the necromancer back a step, and as Alucard's sword sails at him he —
Oddly, shows no sign of trying to move away, or dodge out of the line of fire. He simply grins behind his dark, mirrored glasses, raising his hands and seeming almost to accept the wound even as another set of shadows begin to wrap around the blade, as if sheathing it within their snare.]
— now that's not very nice!
[He finishes, eerily, as though offended at being interrupted.]
No!
[Hands twisting into familiar configurations, Sypha rushes to her left, swinging wide to try to get around behind the necromancer even as a ball of fire leaps from her fingertips, blasting flame at his face in the hopes of causing his own focus to shatter.]