[Dracula lets out a very, very annoyed noise. The Belmont is useless right now (when aren't they?), and so that means that in only a moment, there is a sudden and serious roll of thunder right over the cave.
Sypha's stirred by this point, a mix of the howling wolves, Dracula's voice, and the sudden shift in the weather. Alucard isn't there, and she can make out the distinct sound of a fight. It demands she disentangle herself from Trevor as well, but there is a low snarl from ahead that has Alucard's voice.]
Wait.
[It is addressed to her, but also to the suddenly furious sky. Alucard has blood dripping out of his back now, and the blade that was in his back has since been snapped in half. He bears fang at the source of the problem, and there is a low, feral fury in what happens next that makes it clear exactly whose son he is.
Alucard can't recall if the wizard is still moths. Or giant hided. Or anything else. He's smashed so many bottles. But oh, oh he embraces that man's neck with a horrible noise from deep in the pit of himself, ready to end this.]
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Sypha's stirred by this point, a mix of the howling wolves, Dracula's voice, and the sudden shift in the weather. Alucard isn't there, and she can make out the distinct sound of a fight. It demands she disentangle herself from Trevor as well, but there is a low snarl from ahead that has Alucard's voice.]
Wait.
[It is addressed to her, but also to the suddenly furious sky. Alucard has blood dripping out of his back now, and the blade that was in his back has since been snapped in half. He bears fang at the source of the problem, and there is a low, feral fury in what happens next that makes it clear exactly whose son he is.
Alucard can't recall if the wizard is still moths. Or giant hided. Or anything else. He's smashed so many bottles. But oh, oh he embraces that man's neck with a horrible noise from deep in the pit of himself, ready to end this.]