[Alucard's weapon of choice is at least as same as it ever is in this dreamscape. A long sword, all too sharp, perfectly weighted in his hands. It wasn't on him when he was teased by fae (their opinions on his appearance devolved into a debate about long hair or a cute bob, he still doesn't know what to make of it), but it's here now.
Beasts like this are second nature to him at this point in his life. Night creatures from home are similar in size and behavior, and there's a comfort in that fact. In fact, he's moving forward with all too sure footing when--
--For the love of. No one does this.
He has to move to allow her blow to land, but there's no grace in the reply he offers. The antler may go flying, but now the thing is bucking. Wild. Angry.
The worst possible fucking option.]
Were you intending to de-antler the thing or were you aiming for the neck?!
[There's no hiding the anger in his voice, and the dhampir is quick to put distance between himself and the thing.]
I had a perfectly good line of sight with the thing's neck!
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Beasts like this are second nature to him at this point in his life. Night creatures from home are similar in size and behavior, and there's a comfort in that fact. In fact, he's moving forward with all too sure footing when--
--For the love of. No one does this.
He has to move to allow her blow to land, but there's no grace in the reply he offers. The antler may go flying, but now the thing is bucking. Wild. Angry.
The worst possible fucking option.]
Were you intending to de-antler the thing or were you aiming for the neck?!
[There's no hiding the anger in his voice, and the dhampir is quick to put distance between himself and the thing.]
I had a perfectly good line of sight with the thing's neck!