Integra doesn't need to be told. At the far end of the street, she's already turned to hold her ground, and that dozen crows are met with one of her combustion flares - not nearly as all-consuming as Allen's attacks, and significantly less artful, but they're effective in their cobbled-together way. All but three are killed; two, half-burned and mutilated, fall to the ground, shrieking and twitching, while a third launches itself like a rocket at her. It's bisected with one quick arc of her sword, but Integra doesn't relax, waiting for it to reform -

- Which it does behind her offhand, beak and claws extended. Making an annoyed noise, Integra immediately, reflexively, reaches out and grabs the thing's head in her gloved hand, shoving it away from her body but not letting go. Its claws scrape at her arm, gouging through the thick fabric of her coat. The scream it makes sounds almost human, and it hisses something at her - but she's squeezing too hard for it to be intelligible. The bird thrashes and she ducks her head, but keeps a hold on it, brutal. The Hermetic seals she's scraped on the backs of her black gloves aren't the instant-kill ones that Alucard sports (her human hands wouldn't be able to take such a thing), but they're protective, and thus imbued with magic.

The struggle doesn't last long. Integra crushes the crow's skull, and after a brief death-spasm, it disintegrates, and leaves her holding only a smooth, round stone.