[It isn't an artful dodge. Actually, it isn't a dodge at all.
Alucard only steps back, letting the whip graze him. It'll hurt, yes, but he's dealt with this weapon before. He can anticipate the pain, and sure enough, his wrist bears the brunt of the pain.
But nothing hurts.
One couldn't tell that from Alucard's face though, as there is pain there. Pain and--]
Belmont.
[There's more weight in that surname now. It's coupled with something that's about to break.]
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Alucard only steps back, letting the whip graze him. It'll hurt, yes, but he's dealt with this weapon before. He can anticipate the pain, and sure enough, his wrist bears the brunt of the pain.
But nothing hurts.
One couldn't tell that from Alucard's face though, as there is pain there. Pain and--]
Belmont.
[There's more weight in that surname now. It's coupled with something that's about to break.]
Your great-many-times over-Juliet. What happened?
[Alucard knows. But he needs to say it out loud.]