[ There's the sound of glass against glass. The man - probably a man - ahead of Alucard wears long robes, but they're also bulky. There's more than a person beneath them. There's bottles and jars, numbering in the tens, maybe closer to the hundreds. Alucard dodges the web, and the tosses aside a jar containing a long, dark finger. It smashes and the finger collapses into dead spiders when it hits the ground.

He chooses another focus. A bottle this time, blood sloshing around in it. Giant's blood. When Alucard comes close, the man grabs at the blade of his sword with a bare hand, the one that isn't holding the bottle. His skin is like a giant's thick hide, no matter how human it looks, and the blade barely scrapes it. He pushes the blade aside with strength he shouldn't have. ]

Goodness. It would seem I'm in luck. Here I came hunting a sick fairy, and I find all manner of other prizes. A vampire. One of rank, I think. And do I smell a mage on the air, as well?