[He has really good hearing, okay?! It bothers him.]

That....yes. Both options seem pliable. However, the vines strangling us to death feels like an option regardless of staying put or moving forward.

[Alucard's eyes move around for a moment, searching for something to toss as an experiment. To the right of Altaïr's shoe, there's a rock. And it takes little effort to pick it up and throw it against the wall of ivy.

Nothing. Nothing at all.]

Inertia doesn't fill me with relief, I'll admit.