[And here they are again, aren't they? Under Gresit. To times before, when Belmonts that walked this castle met with fangy ends.

There's no panic when his flesh burns yet a fucking gain from Belmont weapons. Things hidden in that damn Hold. But Alucard is still more powerful than a Belmont, and so he uses the chain's hold on him to but yank Trevor, hopefully drawing him out of the room and into the corridor. A narrow place. Bad for whips.

There's no words. Only furious survival instinct kicking in.]