[Altaïr genuinely isn't certain whether there's any beating this thing — it may have to be enough to beat it back, to escape its clutches more or less in one piece.
In that, he's successful; he tumbles gracefully to the other side of the vine trap. Whether the thing is dead now or merely no longer interested now that they're past it, he doesn't much care. A few of his injuries are evident, spots of blood here and there, but it's nothing serious.
He gives Alucard an appraising and somewhat admiring look.]
I don't suppose that's something you can teach to others.
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In that, he's successful; he tumbles gracefully to the other side of the vine trap. Whether the thing is dead now or merely no longer interested now that they're past it, he doesn't much care. A few of his injuries are evident, spots of blood here and there, but it's nothing serious.
He gives Alucard an appraising and somewhat admiring look.]
I don't suppose that's something you can teach to others.