[Alucard can feel Sypha slipping away before Trevor comprehends it. There's enough of his own will to whip around, bound down one or two of the steps, and his heels slam into the sigils. He can see where the things are coming from, and he means to tear them out at their roots. Beyond slamming into the markings on the staircase, the weight of Alucard pushing down, all vampire strength and fury, means that they crack under the tread of his boots. That's no Trevor magic, that is only the vampire in him, the selfishness that drives blood suckers forward in their worst moments. That they, apex predators of what is thought to be the top of the food chain, ought to be denied anything at all.
When Alucard reaches for them, it is with his claws extended, and those now glow with a light that burns too hot. He tears through them, and for a moment, it seems as if the thing has worked. There is the sound of paper tearing, and the things die.
But he has moved too much in too fast a space of time, and that has invited more shadows forward. So Alucard mutters something to Trevor, and there is a moment where his face screws up as they debate between themselves.
It is a risk, what he does next. Claws press to the walls, the white hot light trailing along the grooves Alucard forces into the paint and beyond, deep, deep into the wood.
Trevor is the one who takes care of making sure Sypha stays safe. Another band of light, this time around the two of them, holding one fast to the other. The shadows will either be repelled, or they shall have to take their time in finding the right way to deal with the makeshift tether.]
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When Alucard reaches for them, it is with his claws extended, and those now glow with a light that burns too hot. He tears through them, and for a moment, it seems as if the thing has worked. There is the sound of paper tearing, and the things die.
But he has moved too much in too fast a space of time, and that has invited more shadows forward. So Alucard mutters something to Trevor, and there is a moment where his face screws up as they debate between themselves.
It is a risk, what he does next. Claws press to the walls, the white hot light trailing along the grooves Alucard forces into the paint and beyond, deep, deep into the wood.
Trevor is the one who takes care of making sure Sypha stays safe. Another band of light, this time around the two of them, holding one fast to the other. The shadows will either be repelled, or they shall have to take their time in finding the right way to deal with the makeshift tether.]