And Mina will have a rather sardonic bow, should she choose to regard him in that moment - as well as a bit of what she'd been hoping to see before. There's a quiet flutter of wings, and Alucard's hand - his arm - no, Alucard, has gone, swept up and off to kill in a form she's like to recognise: a swarm of bats.
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And Mina will have a rather sardonic bow, should she choose to regard him in that moment - as well as a bit of what she'd been hoping to see before. There's a quiet flutter of wings, and Alucard's hand - his arm - no, Alucard, has gone, swept up and off to kill in a form she's like to recognise: a swarm of bats.