[Mist is the moment that Alucard is stymied, and not a moment before. Shifting to a wolf, his great jaws snapped at the bird, almost getting it dragged down once or twice. And yet...
...fuck. Alucard's hand is on the door, and he looks down at Trevor. Worry crosses his face.]
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...fuck. Alucard's hand is on the door, and he looks down at Trevor. Worry crosses his face.]
Belmont, is something wrong? We don't have time.