[ The flesh tears, but she doesn't care much. It will knit back together. It always has. Even catching her off-guard, he didn't manage to kill her even before she began to feed in earnest. And certainly not now, not after her long feast. Between her own years and Godbrand's and ever other vampire she's consumed there are more years, more power, more blood consumed than even Dracula himself. She dissolves into mist again before Alucard's jaws can close completely, red particles of blood floating around within the fog from the open wound.
The long claw marks appear across the wolf's side before she reappears, and then there's a hand on his head. The hand closes, long nails aiming for the eyes. ]
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The long claw marks appear across the wolf's side before she reappears, and then there's a hand on his head. The hand closes, long nails aiming for the eyes. ]