[Magic. That's magic, out of Alucard, and gradually Sypha starts to comprehend what's happening. That's where Trevor is, he's here even if he's...not altogether here, and she's fighting to keep her focus as the network of grasping tendrils and locking steps make it seem as though the very house itself is trying to keep them in.
One of the shadows brushes against her, clinging to Alucard's back; sensing something to latch onto, it grasps her around the middle, making her yelp with a shock of startled hurt as it tries to pull her off and throw her down onto the steps, as well.
She's not strong enough to stay hanging on forever. Her magic is sapped, siphoned away, and it's hard to focus long enough to draw up a spell, anyway.
And yet Trevor is close at hand. Trevor, with his own magic. Trevor with his spells that they talked about once, that someone can take and grasp and turn around and make their own, and that's why it's dangerous.]
Trevor...help me...
[She clings as hard as she can, kicking at the shadows no matter how ineffectual she knows it will be, trying to stay connected to Alucard until she can muster the strength to act herself.]
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One of the shadows brushes against her, clinging to Alucard's back; sensing something to latch onto, it grasps her around the middle, making her yelp with a shock of startled hurt as it tries to pull her off and throw her down onto the steps, as well.
She's not strong enough to stay hanging on forever. Her magic is sapped, siphoned away, and it's hard to focus long enough to draw up a spell, anyway.
And yet Trevor is close at hand. Trevor, with his own magic. Trevor with his spells that they talked about once, that someone can take and grasp and turn around and make their own, and that's why it's dangerous.]
Trevor...help me...
[She clings as hard as she can, kicking at the shadows no matter how ineffectual she knows it will be, trying to stay connected to Alucard until she can muster the strength to act herself.]