[There's no time to concentrate on sending the sword further after Carmilla. Alucard can only recall it back to his side, already halfway over the waters now and in need of a bladed weapon. The boats, their sailors, he punches through them as they move close, the real problem being the lesser vampires who share the flying ability.
But he is the Son of Dracula. That comes with far greater power than most of them can ever dream of having, and more than one foe finds themselves buried in the water.
Alucard doesn't turn until he's managed to reach his own ship. Oh yes, there are more fiends aboard now, but this is his ship and that deserves defense.
Before he can communicate to the thing (for he can communicate with it to a degree for basic defenses), his eyes flash back to Hector's ship. Carmilla...ah. She has a hostage, and that is a cruel thing. But the part of Alucard that isn't certain that this was't intended? He thinks good. He then thinks fog and soon that billows forth from all around the ghost ship.]
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But he is the Son of Dracula. That comes with far greater power than most of them can ever dream of having, and more than one foe finds themselves buried in the water.
Alucard doesn't turn until he's managed to reach his own ship. Oh yes, there are more fiends aboard now, but this is his ship and that deserves defense.
Before he can communicate to the thing (for he can communicate with it to a degree for basic defenses), his eyes flash back to Hector's ship. Carmilla...ah. She has a hostage, and that is a cruel thing. But the part of Alucard that isn't certain that this was't intended? He thinks good. He then thinks fog and soon that billows forth from all around the ghost ship.]