[Alucard knows that this will not be a fight where he will be in perfect sync with the other person. That is reserved for two other people, and they're very much not here. What is clear from where Alucard stands is that Thancred knows what he is doing and is good at it. It does not have to be any more or less than the simple confidence that the man and his weapon will not move in contradiction to Alucard's own will.
He turns his blade to the limbs. They're bone, they won't cut easy, but he can sure as hell give them a scare. In a flash of movement, the dhampir runs with his sword adjacent to him, meaning to strike at every limb. Nothing cuts through, but there's a shriek of pain that tells him the plan to throw the thing off and keep attention away from Thancred has worked.
In a moment, Alucard is a flight of hissing bats.
In another, he is atop the creature's neck, arms tight around it and giving it a good twist.]
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He turns his blade to the limbs. They're bone, they won't cut easy, but he can sure as hell give them a scare. In a flash of movement, the dhampir runs with his sword adjacent to him, meaning to strike at every limb. Nothing cuts through, but there's a shriek of pain that tells him the plan to throw the thing off and keep attention away from Thancred has worked.
In a moment, Alucard is a flight of hissing bats.
In another, he is atop the creature's neck, arms tight around it and giving it a good twist.]