[What unfolds in the stairwell is perhaps somewhat comparable to a fish attempting to swim through a forest of underwater seaweed; the shadows are alive now, though not precisely purposeful. Rather than reaching immediately for the intruder, they hover in a network of tendrils, testing the air and waiting for something to disturb them.
It is, perhaps, only inevitable that Alucard would brush up against one, even as his sword seeks to neutralize another on the wall. And the instant one finds him, the whole mess on that side seems to come alert, lashing out to grasp him and trying to throw him down onto the steps, where those glowing runes are still waiting, crackling with soft green energy.
It's an effective enough trap; the shadows to snare, the steps to lock in place. For a necromancer always on the hunt for available resources, it's always better to snare something alive than to kill it outright, if he can help it.]
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It is, perhaps, only inevitable that Alucard would brush up against one, even as his sword seeks to neutralize another on the wall. And the instant one finds him, the whole mess on that side seems to come alert, lashing out to grasp him and trying to throw him down onto the steps, where those glowing runes are still waiting, crackling with soft green energy.
It's an effective enough trap; the shadows to snare, the steps to lock in place. For a necromancer always on the hunt for available resources, it's always better to snare something alive than to kill it outright, if he can help it.]