[As expected. Left Hand says something about the young ones being brash, but it's lost beneath the sound of laser-powered rifles and screaming Drakstadens. The sword is pulled from the sheath at his waist, and he stands at attention to watch Alucard ascend the steps to the Vakdir.
He trusts the other dhampir's capabilities.]
This way. [He motions with a hand to those running, funneling them from the battle. To the ones fighting, he gives a somewhat surly, Stop. Leave now.
From one of the pockets on his belt, the same one that offered the screwdriver, he pulls a thick, but malleable wire. He splits it down one end easily with his sword, turning it into three lengths, and with the stone of the ground split by laser fire, he ties three decent sized rocks to the end of each strip.]
D!
[Getting from where he stands to halfway up the steps is nothing; he's faster than any Vakdir, and his movements so fluid it's almost as if he hadn't put his feet on the ground at all. He slings the crafted bola up the slope of the stairs, slamming the Vakdir around the neck and head with twisting wire. The velocity knocks them off-balance, but Alucard may still take some of the shot.
D is already coming up the rest of the way, sword in hand. His gait is eerily steady and slow, and the higher he gets, the more that can be seen below the brim of the hat. The rusty brown of his eyes have become fiery pools of scarlet, and the somber, stoic smoothness of his face has been replaced by a powerful and dark beauty.
At the edges of everything nearby, the shadows begin to stretch, and a squeezing pressure brings goosebumps on even covered flesh. The voice that comes from him is not the soft and flat one from before; this one is icy and commanding and full of fangs.] Leave.
[The two remaining Vakdir, in their uncertainty, debate. But one of the guns begins to hum with charging energy, and then the other, and the blue amulet around D's neck glows. He takes a shot in the abdomen without flinching just as the amulet goes off, nullifying the cores in the guns. It dims immediately after, leaving him imposing and unmoved.
He raises his hand from beneath the cloak, pointing the palm, but the two Vakdir scatter in fear, and he has to neither raise his sword or use whatever latent Nobility bubbling at the surface. He gave them mercy, but they rush by Alucard, and the other dhampir can deal with them if possible. Unlike most, D is use to being infamous, and being ratted out isn't as worrisome to him as others.
All at once, the tension drops, the shadows recede, the pressure lifts, and the brim of D's hat comes down over his eyes as he returns his sword to its sheath.]
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He trusts the other dhampir's capabilities.]
This way. [He motions with a hand to those running, funneling them from the battle. To the ones fighting, he gives a somewhat surly, Stop. Leave now.
From one of the pockets on his belt, the same one that offered the screwdriver, he pulls a thick, but malleable wire. He splits it down one end easily with his sword, turning it into three lengths, and with the stone of the ground split by laser fire, he ties three decent sized rocks to the end of each strip.]
D!
[Getting from where he stands to halfway up the steps is nothing; he's faster than any Vakdir, and his movements so fluid it's almost as if he hadn't put his feet on the ground at all. He slings the crafted bola up the slope of the stairs, slamming the Vakdir around the neck and head with twisting wire. The velocity knocks them off-balance, but Alucard may still take some of the shot.
D is already coming up the rest of the way, sword in hand. His gait is eerily steady and slow, and the higher he gets, the more that can be seen below the brim of the hat. The rusty brown of his eyes have become fiery pools of scarlet, and the somber, stoic smoothness of his face has been replaced by a powerful and dark beauty.
At the edges of everything nearby, the shadows begin to stretch, and a squeezing pressure brings goosebumps on even covered flesh. The voice that comes from him is not the soft and flat one from before; this one is icy and commanding and full of fangs.] Leave.
[The two remaining Vakdir, in their uncertainty, debate. But one of the guns begins to hum with charging energy, and then the other, and the blue amulet around D's neck glows. He takes a shot in the abdomen without flinching just as the amulet goes off, nullifying the cores in the guns. It dims immediately after, leaving him imposing and unmoved.
He raises his hand from beneath the cloak, pointing the palm, but the two Vakdir scatter in fear, and he has to neither raise his sword or use whatever latent Nobility bubbling at the surface. He gave them mercy, but they rush by Alucard, and the other dhampir can deal with them if possible. Unlike most, D is use to being infamous, and being ratted out isn't as worrisome to him as others.
All at once, the tension drops, the shadows recede, the pressure lifts, and the brim of D's hat comes down over his eyes as he returns his sword to its sheath.]