[Yeah, it's hot. He knows, when he's in a better frame of mind.
Alucard manages a good dozen yards or so, compelled by sheer annoyance than anything else. The thing is still much too close to home, but the wind won't blow the stench of death inside. He feels that's reasonable, and besides. Their corpse friend (and Ciri's new and exciting mode of transportation!) has begun to wriggle about under Alucard's grasp, the sheer surprise of someone dragging it about having worn off.
Perhaps, unsurprisingly, the tail smacks against the dhampir and temporarily sends him spinning.]
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Alucard manages a good dozen yards or so, compelled by sheer annoyance than anything else. The thing is still much too close to home, but the wind won't blow the stench of death inside. He feels that's reasonable, and besides. Their corpse friend (and Ciri's new and exciting mode of transportation!) has begun to wriggle about under Alucard's grasp, the sheer surprise of someone dragging it about having worn off.
Perhaps, unsurprisingly, the tail smacks against the dhampir and temporarily sends him spinning.]