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Alucard \\ Adrian F. Ţepeş ([personal profile] cryptsleeper) wrote 2019-02-03 05:28 pm (UTC)

[Alucard swears. Or Trevor. Maybe both, and there's a moment where it seems as if there are two voices coming out of Alucard's mouth instead of the one. In that moment, Alucard's feet are forced onto the ground, and there is a fresh panic. Alucard feels it, but he can't articulate it. Trevor's own will is far greater than his in the moment, and that's just fine.

It means that for once, Alucard is not relying on his own instinct in a fight like this. If he was, he'd be straining and struggling against the things wrapping around him, forcing him down, down to activate the runes on the stairs. In that is a curious effect. The less he moves, the less tight the shadow's grip. So that'll have to be a part of this strategem on Trevor's behalf.

There is, however, a burst of light from Alucard's left palm. It is angled down, down towards the steps, and it may be trying to work against the shadows, but more likely it is trying to break the step. Dangerous since it's the one right after the one Alucard and Sypha have been forced on, and with that blast there is a strange smell. Ozone, just. Ozone and naught else.

It mixes with the air, fighting the necromancer's preferred perfumes of choice. It does not chase the whole of it away, but there is a transformation all the same, the scent trying to weaken the shadows as much as the magic is. It makes sense after that horrible thing of incense that was tossed towards Alucard in the circus tent, how it made him terribly docile. Smell is a weapon as much as anything else now.]

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