[ His entire body relaxes at that, a little too much. He slumps forward, massaging his temples, and then catches the sharp breath and looks up at Alucard. It's dark and he's so used to the smell of blood by now that it barely registers, but he can see moonlight reflecting off something liquid, something dark dripping down a metal handle and onto the ground. ]
You- appear to have a knife in your gut.
[ He doesn't put a hand on Alucard again but steps forward, frowning and speaking flatly. ]
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You- appear to have a knife in your gut.
[ He doesn't put a hand on Alucard again but steps forward, frowning and speaking flatly. ]
What the fuck.