[Alucard looks to Sypha, who is staring down the awful things that are pouring out of the castle. They have to retreat. They have to--
---or Sypha could ignite a wall of flame to engulf the castle. Sure. That's an option, and Alucard knows the next part well. He makes sure Trevor is comfortable in the snow, pats his head awkwardly, and then launches himself at Carmilla, all teeth and fangs and fury that has simmered for much too long.]
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---or Sypha could ignite a wall of flame to engulf the castle. Sure. That's an option, and Alucard knows the next part well. He makes sure Trevor is comfortable in the snow, pats his head awkwardly, and then launches himself at Carmilla, all teeth and fangs and fury that has simmered for much too long.]