[That's something he doesn't see every day. Or any day.
Yet Altaïr can glean Alucard's intention immediately. He can assist, or at least try — as the vines lash out, he does as well, his sword moving nearly as fast. Whatever senses this living trap possesses are focused on the bats, which gives him the opportunity to slice pieces of vine from their progenitor without being ripped to shreds himself.
It's not a perfect solution — he may not be the vines' primary target, but he takes more than one lash. That's fine. It's not the first time he's spilled blood and it won't be the last, but he intends to survive longer than this thing will.]
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Yet Altaïr can glean Alucard's intention immediately. He can assist, or at least try — as the vines lash out, he does as well, his sword moving nearly as fast. Whatever senses this living trap possesses are focused on the bats, which gives him the opportunity to slice pieces of vine from their progenitor without being ripped to shreds himself.
It's not a perfect solution — he may not be the vines' primary target, but he takes more than one lash. That's fine. It's not the first time he's spilled blood and it won't be the last, but he intends to survive longer than this thing will.]