Thread: Hellsing - Switching the Roles.- [Karameida x Remec]

RE Hellsing - Switching the Roles.- Behind the woman, Victor silently nodded. He was barely in her peripheral vision, but he had the sense she was aware of his response. He had a small collection of commendations and the like, but most of those were just him doing what he saw as his duty and his job. Heroics weren't something that he tended to work on accomplishing, but people who knew him were always describing his actions in that way. Here, though, here he knew he was pretty much in over his head and was perfectly fine with mopping up behind the strange woman with her ember-bright eyes and oddly flowing hair. And that smile. Victor paused for a moment as they passed the entrance, shotgun still at the ready--more for show and effect and to help him stay calm. He saw the priest come forward and listened to the exchange between him and the woman. The constable's eyes flitted from one to the other as they bantered. The priest with his I-am-Oz-the-Great-and-Powerful diction and the woman with her more reserved tone that actually carried power in every syllable, no matter that she rarely rose above a conversational level quickly dissolved into some sort of insult to the priest. And Hell broke loose, literally. Victor jumped back when the ghouls revealed themselves. Cates! Humphries! Miller! Many of the armed zombies were locals that he knew as members of the Police Reserve or just friends and acquaintances. Most of them, like the ones who had chased him outside, seemed to be strangers and drifters culled because they would not be readily missed. Before he could decide where his last few shots would work best, they had gunned the woman down. Fuckers! he shouted as he moved up near to the pile only to stop halfway there when it shifted and reformed itself. He knew he probably was as dumbfounded as the priest, and stood a bit stupified as the woman mopped the floor--and walls, and ceiling--with the assembled horde. Victor couldn't help but echo her smile when she regarded the clergyman and brought her gun to bear on him, but then he saw the priest smile as well and saw the woman was standing right before the baptismal font. The priest made a motion with his hand and a hidden ghoul lunged forward to topple the large container of holy water towards the woman. Watch out! Victor shouted as he sprang into action. Without hesitation, he fired his last rounds into the ghoul and then rushed forward to begin smashing its face and chest with the shotgun's stock. The font continued to fall over and broke with a crash, splattering its sacred liquid over Victor and his opponent. He could not tell if the woman had escaped--did not know if she was even in real danger, for that matter--and turned to catch a quick glance as the ghoul dissolved. His eyes went here and there, and then met hers...red and primal as opposed to his own, brown and rather ordinary...just as the priest was suddenly behind him, impossibly strong arm catching Victor's wrist and pulling back his arm with an ugly sound and facing off against the woman with Victor as his shield. I am not so stupid as to think you will care about this human, the priest said with almost a hiss compared to his previously way of speaking. But the things I can do with just the barest bit of his fresh blood, I suggest you back off and let me leave.