[The life boat makes a loud smack as it drops into the water, and Hector hears it even partially submerged. He reorients to swim toward it, and it's not a moment too soon.
The vampires raging on the dock have realized that even if they do not dare cross the blessed water, they can still throw things. A barrage of projectiles -knives and axes, rocks, a goddamn wheel from another ship- sail at him, thrown by supernaturally strong arms, and Hector takes a few hits before he reaches the boat and hoists himself inside. He presses himself against the side of the boat and curls into a ball, shielding himself as best he can from the weapons raining down on him.
The splashes and thunks keep up as the boat is dragged behind the larger ship, until the sun creeps higher and the cursing vampires slink back to their shelters.
They'll regroup once they are safely inside and send out a party of mortal thralls or forged creatures to pursue them, but even that will take some time. Hector and Alucard just need to make the most of this head start.]
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The vampires raging on the dock have realized that even if they do not dare cross the blessed water, they can still throw things. A barrage of projectiles -knives and axes, rocks, a goddamn wheel from another ship- sail at him, thrown by supernaturally strong arms, and Hector takes a few hits before he reaches the boat and hoists himself inside. He presses himself against the side of the boat and curls into a ball, shielding himself as best he can from the weapons raining down on him.
The splashes and thunks keep up as the boat is dragged behind the larger ship, until the sun creeps higher and the cursing vampires slink back to their shelters.
They'll regroup once they are safely inside and send out a party of mortal thralls or forged creatures to pursue them, but even that will take some time. Hector and Alucard just need to make the most of this head start.]