[ There is a howl, more animal than human, and a crack, and then the tearing of flesh as the fang rips free of Carmilla's mouth, ripping her gums as it goes. When it comes loose, there's a chunk of skull attached to it. Carmilla flips the two of them over so she's above Alucard, blood dripping from her mouth onto his face, one hand still wrapped up in his hair, and then slams the heel of her spare palm down on his chest over that great scar from Dracula's claws. ]
Still a little tender here, some days? [ She asks as she slams down again. Her voice is harder to understand now, distorted by unrooted teeth and ruined gums. ] He was good enough to tell me about your troubles.
[ Outside, a flying demon gets a little too close to Sypha for comfort, swiping at her. She falls back, concentration broken for a vital second, crawling backwards until her hand touches the dropped vampire killer. There's a heavy, inexpert slap of the leather against demon and then that hissing, burning noise. She's hardly a Belmont, but at that range she doesn't need to be. ]
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Still a little tender here, some days? [ She asks as she slams down again. Her voice is harder to understand now, distorted by unrooted teeth and ruined gums. ] He was good enough to tell me about your troubles.
[ Outside, a flying demon gets a little too close to Sypha for comfort, swiping at her. She falls back, concentration broken for a vital second, crawling backwards until her hand touches the dropped vampire killer. There's a heavy, inexpert slap of the leather against demon and then that hissing, burning noise. She's hardly a Belmont, but at that range she doesn't need to be. ]