Damn show-off... [Hector pants as he runs after Alucard. It's good that he's moving quickly, though, burdened with precious cargo as he is.
He doesn't dare slow down to look behind him, but the hairs on the back of his neck are prickling. They need to go. He needs to act. Alucard had better be out of the water's range.
He raises his hammer, and the bishop rises from where Hector had stowed him behind some crates on the deck of the ship. There is a rope tied around his waist. He steps unwavering into the water and is caught suspended like a buoy in the waves.]
Bless it! [Hector commands, still running at full speed.
The bishop begins to chant in murmured Latin -Hector had replaced his voicebox with a fresher one to ensure he could deliver the blessing- and wisps of steam and power begin to rise off of the water.
Hector reaches the dock and takes a leap for the ship, but something crashes into his back and drags them both into the water. Before he hits the surface, Hector gets a whiff of them. Motherfucking Godbrand.
They fall, entangled, into the water, and Hector feels the arms wrapped around him begin to convulse in agony. Godbrand tears at him with sword and claws, but the cursed flesh is being stripped from his bones by the holy water. Hector thrashes and kicks his way free.
There are other vampires following behind, but they stop short of the dock, hissing, as the wind sends a spray of water at them.
Hector swims for the ship, which is moving further from the dock and picking up speed, praying that none of the vampires had a bow and arrows at hand.]
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He doesn't dare slow down to look behind him, but the hairs on the back of his neck are prickling. They need to go. He needs to act. Alucard had better be out of the water's range.
He raises his hammer, and the bishop rises from where Hector had stowed him behind some crates on the deck of the ship. There is a rope tied around his waist. He steps unwavering into the water and is caught suspended like a buoy in the waves.]
Bless it! [Hector commands, still running at full speed.
The bishop begins to chant in murmured Latin -Hector had replaced his voicebox with a fresher one to ensure he could deliver the blessing- and wisps of steam and power begin to rise off of the water.
Hector reaches the dock and takes a leap for the ship, but something crashes into his back and drags them both into the water. Before he hits the surface, Hector gets a whiff of them. Motherfucking Godbrand.
They fall, entangled, into the water, and Hector feels the arms wrapped around him begin to convulse in agony. Godbrand tears at him with sword and claws, but the cursed flesh is being stripped from his bones by the holy water. Hector thrashes and kicks his way free.
There are other vampires following behind, but they stop short of the dock, hissing, as the wind sends a spray of water at them.
Hector swims for the ship, which is moving further from the dock and picking up speed, praying that none of the vampires had a bow and arrows at hand.]