Ivan clenched his fists into tight balls, which trembled violently as he glared at the enemy forces, locking his eyes on Alucard. He couldn't help but feel the palpable tension in the air growing thick with uncertainty.
Alucard glanced across their faces, twisting his lips with each second. "It's been a while, little ones... well. You've all managed to grow into fine adults."
'Sinister-looking bastard!'
"Well, if you didn't insist on causing trouble, maybe we'd meet more, Old man."
Dimitri cut in while Ivan gathered his thoughts.
"Haha."
The Nosferatu lord just chuckled before waving his hand.
Clack!
Dozens of rifle muzzles raised at the simple gesture.
"Don't get cheeky, or else I might just blow your head off, Little Fenrir."
Dimitri's grin became wider, but his eyes didn't laugh.
"You can try."
"Dad," Nikita snapped from behind him. "Don't start measuring dicks with this decrepit vampire freak while Nikolai's sleeping."
Dimitri's shoulders twitched.
