[There is little so well deployed as a witcher F-bomb.
Alucard can feel the lilt of the beast going off to the side. He gets his sword out as quickly as he can, but that demands perfect balancing. His feet manage, but barely. Cat like reflexes are great in most circumstances, but there's too much going on. His instinct to change into bats is countered by Ciri in his space, the angle they're both at, and the fact he hisses out of sheer reaction.
Some days, you just have to accept when you're a dhampir trying to balance too many things and someone smacks into you, your teeth might graze some skin. By accident. Not because you're so angry and frustrated and want the world to fuck off that biting someone feels like a logical solution.
What you don't have to accept is the very sudden sensation of burning in your mouth. Raw, wicked, spice and spice and spice and what the fuck?!
The dhampir coughs and splutters, the world temporarily gone. In it's place is a unique pain that he can't immediately will away.]
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Alucard can feel the lilt of the beast going off to the side. He gets his sword out as quickly as he can, but that demands perfect balancing. His feet manage, but barely. Cat like reflexes are great in most circumstances, but there's too much going on. His instinct to change into bats is countered by Ciri in his space, the angle they're both at, and the fact he hisses out of sheer reaction.
Some days, you just have to accept when you're a dhampir trying to balance too many things and someone smacks into you, your teeth might graze some skin. By accident. Not because you're so angry and frustrated and want the world to fuck off that biting someone feels like a logical solution.
What you don't have to accept is the very sudden sensation of burning in your mouth. Raw, wicked, spice and spice and spice and what the fuck?!
The dhampir coughs and splutters, the world temporarily gone. In it's place is a unique pain that he can't immediately will away.]