Integra doesn't bother with horses who can't run though cannon fire, at this point. Fortunately, Baedal breeds creatures with sturdy, tolerant temperaments out of necessity. Her mount is practically a war horse by now, though she personally finds it fitting; while one can't call anything born in Baedal anything but alien, she reckons it's as close to Spanish as one's going to get. A nearly-proper destrier.

Alucard could spawn and army in the time it takes her to walk to the stables and tack up, but at least the company's pleasant. "I've been watching the trainer listings out in the farmlands," she says to him as she whacks the horse's foreleg until it complies to let her check its hooves, "To see if anyone has anything particularly ill-tempered they want off their hands."

Predictably, Integra can break horses like other people break sweats. When you're used to monsters, it's practically sleight of hand.