[Alucard does not appreciate getting tail smacked. The only reason it takes him a moment to pick himself up and out of the sand is the sheer bafflement that it happened in the first place. Embarrassing - and worse! In front of a stranger. One who is just--
--glowing?
He's seeing things, clearly. The more important thing at hand is the way the boney tail slams into Ciri's blade and the fact it's gone.
This is hardly ideal. Alucard snarls, electing to float himself upward, blade in hand. The thing's chest is mostly bone with rotting viscera inside, all powered by a decayed heart that now that the dhampir can see it, appears beating in some way. There's too many parallels to old legends right now, and it takes real and true effort to dismiss them. He grips his blade, and drives both it and himself into the thing's heart.
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--glowing?
He's seeing things, clearly. The more important thing at hand is the way the boney tail slams into Ciri's blade and the fact it's gone.
This is hardly ideal. Alucard snarls, electing to float himself upward, blade in hand. The thing's chest is mostly bone with rotting viscera inside, all powered by a decayed heart that now that the dhampir can see it, appears beating in some way. There's too many parallels to old legends right now, and it takes real and true effort to dismiss them. He grips his blade, and drives both it and himself into the thing's heart.
The squelching is especially loud.]