[Alucard clocks the sound of glass, and....oh, he understands. He understands just enough, that the jars contain spell components and so to destroy those is to destroy his spell arsenal.
He can work with that. He can pull his sword back for a moment and then aim the sword for the man's robes and where he heard the jars clink together only moments before. This man has a thick hide. He doesn't have Alucard's speed, speed that lets him slam his sword into the man's robes, each strike aimed at where glass has sounded.]
You smell nothing but your own undoing.
[There's a darkness to the statement that sounds better on Dracula's tongue. So be it.]
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He can work with that. He can pull his sword back for a moment and then aim the sword for the man's robes and where he heard the jars clink together only moments before. This man has a thick hide. He doesn't have Alucard's speed, speed that lets him slam his sword into the man's robes, each strike aimed at where glass has sounded.]
You smell nothing but your own undoing.
[There's a darkness to the statement that sounds better on Dracula's tongue. So be it.]