Integra's Office: 3rd Floor, West Wing (Only Walter, Alucard, and Seras may enter without permission)

"I'm sure by that, they mean they'd like to see my designs for the Jackal," the old man stated bluntly. That paladin of theirs was strong enough as it was; he could fight on nearly even footing with Alucard himself. If the Vatican could manage a way for him to regenerate from even one of that gun's bullets, there would be no stopping him. "While the information on the Prime Minister would be helpful in furthering our cause, it seems a bit too dangerous to let my weapon designs fall into the same hands that created Father Anderson. God knows what they could do to that man if they were able to decipher my notes. It will be a difficult choice to make, to say the least." It was a tempting offer, but there was a high amount of risk attached.

Indeed. She picked up the napkin, and dabbed her mouth with it before putting it back in her lap. He did not say specifically if he wanted the Jackel or not. The Matthew agent did say though that he would not use it against us. He merely wants to gain knowledge. However, I am not sure how much we can trust them. They are a different breed afterall. Much easier to hold a conversation with than the Iscariot's. Like you said though it is a great risk to our security, and advantage over Father Anderson. As it is I still have not read the letter they gave me. Integra sat there for a minute thinking of what to do about the situation. In doing so though she began to hear music coming from the library. She picked up the contact card Lloyd had given her, and handed it to Walter. Dig up anything you can find on him, and who is playing the piano Walter?

Walter took the card and placed it in his vest pocket. "I will, Sir Integra. As for the next Beethoven, I was not even aware anyone was inside the library. I trust you wish to check on this, so I will take my leave to investigate this "Lloyd" fellow. Taking a small bow, the butler left through the office doors to investigate the odd Matthew agent.

---> Investigatory place (Walter's room, or something)

Integra scooped up another bite of soup before she got up, and followed the sounds of the music.


--------------> Library

Walter's office <---

Making small talk with the Orihara boy was like having your head attacked by 17 power drills all at once: his ramblings about humanity, his quick witted and stinging comments, his never ending talk about pointless things. The butler had to endure it though, at least until Sir Integra returned and they could finally close this business deal.

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A message on the intercom from the library came through from Integra. Walter if you are there we have an emergency. We're under attack. I may need you ready to fight. Contact anyone who's outside the grounds to come back immediately!

Hearing the news, the butler pressed the intercom button to respond after telling the informant to wait a moment. He didn't actually need to be told, as he could hear the explosions and gunfire from the front lawn. "Right away, Sir Integra. Also, there is some business in your office; it pertains to the Matthew agent." Taking his finger from the button, he whipped out his own cell phone, sending a text to all the Hellsing and Wild Geese operatives to report to the mansion and help ward off the invasion. He cracked the blinds and viewed a good number of what appeared to be Millennium soldiers attacking some Wild Geese soldiers, as well as a Hellsing operative - the cyborg if he wasn't mistaken. Keeping the phone pressed against his ear and trying his best not to reveal too much information of what was happening (even though the helicopter crash and such were easily audible over the phone), Walter's black gloves were placed on his hands; the mechanical boy seemed to be having some trouble. He would probably appreciate the help.

Entering the office from the library Integra strode right in. I see you are prepared Walter. I want a status report of what you have seen so far. She picked up the glass of wine effortlessly as she walked past the desk to the windows gazing out at the scene. Taking a sip she tried to see if the fat major was among them somewhere watching. What is this new business?

"Nice to see you've returned, Sir Integra," the butler greeted. Parting the blinds slightly, he saw more explosions and gunfire. "It appears a few of our mercenaries and soldiers have been fending off the Millennium invasion from the roof. Also, I believe the cyborg we recently employed is defending on the lawn." As he finished, a mass of shadows appeared and began firing at the invaders. "It seems Alucard has decided to join in as well, now." Just then, the annoying man chattering away into his ear asked if he was still listening to his story about the time he tricked someone named "Shizu-chan" into beating up the entire police force in his town. "Oh, and there's also the matter of this informant; I believe you know the one I'm referring to. He apparently has the information you requested, but insists he tell you directly. I apologize in advance for this." He gave a dejected sigh before extending the phone to Sir Integra.

Integra adjusted the glasses on her face as she turned to look at the phone hearing someone on the other end. Then she looked up at Walter, and set the wine glass down carefully. She sighed, and took the receiver. Sir Hellsing here how may i help you?

Izaya Orihara wrote:

"Five thousand? Sounds like you really want to know about these two. That doesn't sound too bad, so I'll accept your generous offer. I'll look up the information on the esteemed prime minister while I read off some of the files I found on this 'Lloyd' person." Opening the document he'd copied with the files pertaining to Lloyd, Izaya began to scan them for important information while searching through records of the prime minister on his phone and in a second browser on his computer. "Let's see... The name is Lloyd Asplund, he was born a little outside of London, father was a scientist who met an untimely fate, leading him to be sent to an orphanage run by the Vatican. Apparently he followed in his father's footsteps and became one of the top scientist working for the Vatican. Hmm, I wonder what they'd need people like that for." He was obviously being sarcastic, as the informant knew far too much about the inner workings of the Catholic church to be totally ignorant of their more supernatural escapades.

"That's really about it, aside from vital statistics and such. The prime minister, though; now that's a good read. I'm sure you've heard his history before, but according to this, it's all a load of crap; his real name isn't even Henry Saxon, it seems. It says here he was some child prodigy who traveled the world and had his parents offed by some mystery killer, who tried to kill him at the funeral. Here's where things really get interesting though. According to this file that someone forgot to delete, some group called the Knights or something saved his life, and he's been working for them ever since. Sounds like a conspiracy, I know, but get this; his little helper that never seems to leave his side has no official history. According to the world, he doesn't even exist. Odd, wouldn't you say, that these two that have huge gaps in their history are both related to this spooky cult?" He stopped for a moment to catch his breath, realizing he'd been talking for a quite a while. A small smile grew on his lips as he began to speak the last tidbit of information he'd managed to gather. "So, after taking office, I'm sure you remember how the original cabinet for Parliament all died mysterious deaths. Well, I found a nice little email here issuing their murders, and some profiles on a new set of cabinet members. It's almost like he has something to hide from us all."

He let out a small chuckle, musing over how much the "noble" prime minister of England had managed to hide from his citizens, even those connected to the government and the Queen herself. He spun in his chair once more before continuing. "Humans really are astounding, aren't they? Look at how much they can accomplish without anyone even realizing. I've already emailed you a copy of everything I found, just in case you'd like to look over anything for yourself. I hope I've managed to satisfy my best customer." Izaya suppressed a laugh; he was having far too much fun setting in motion what was sure to be a massive conflict in the already destroyed England.

(OOC) In RP sources for information: public records (family registry, death records of Asplund father, acceptance into Vatican orphanage, history there. Campaign for prime minster, falsified life records, authentic family registry and death records of "Saxon" family.), emails (computers in Knights' castle that weren't destroyed, Parliament records [classified], Saxon's email account), classified records (Vatican Section III - Matthew worker profile, Vatican classified database. British government records and profiles of certain individuals. Abridged history of the man known as Henry Saxon [from the still standing Knights' computers]).

Integra sat down in her chair, and rolled the new information around in her head. Saxon told her part of the truth this is correct. But apparently not all of it. The information on the Matthew agent was interesting too. Is that all the information you have on them Mr. Orihara?

Integra smirked knowing how this informant worked. She wasnt about to spend anymore money today though, and decided they would try to take things from here on themselves if possible. I think that is all for now Mr. Orihara. Thank you very much for your services today. We will call you again if we need to. She hung up the phone, and looked at Walter. Seems our Prime Minister has quite the past. Dig up what you can about this satellite Saxon aquired.

The butler stood patiently as the phone conversation took place. As it ended, Walter bowed at the request. "As you wish, Sir Integra. Might I suggest I help contain the situation outside first?" Although the No Life King had appeared, things were still rather dangerous for the mansion and its staff. This was a rather large mess they'd somehow wandered into. Good thing it's a butler's job to clean up messes.

She checked the temperature of her food, and found it still warm enough to eat before responding to Walter. Yes, of course Walter. Seems while some of our new members are having fun they still need to learn how to deal with Millennium properly. You are dismissed for battle. Integra then dug right back into her meal savoring the flavors.

"I will return shortly, Sir Integra." This was all he said as the butler exited the room, his monocle gleaming in the light, the rest of his face obscured in shadow. Time to see if those old bones could still perform with the children.

---> Front Gate

>> From 'Leto vs Yuri'. My post was deleted last time, so I assume whoever deleted it did so under the assumption I have not permission to post here - not true, as Integra has given both me and Die permission to enter the topic >>

Leto clutched the rifle to his chest, edged of his vision blurring. He had sprinted through a serpentine maze of corridors to get here, even passing by it a few times due to the office door's clonelike quality.
And here he was, about to attempt the greatest feat since Millenium's creation. An irony, since he wasn't particularly fond of Millenium's idealogy anyway.
Another presense was nearby, for he could smell the blood: except it wasn't just one type of blood, but several, hinting that whoever it was was masking their own scent with the gore of others.
A teammate, hopefully.

>>>>> Courtyard

As he neared the door to Integra's office, Die Krähe couldn't help but feel a bit nostalgic. After all, he had gone over this scenario so many times, it had ingrained itself into his memory. He had considered so many scenarios, so many fail-safes and contingent plans, but here he was, ready to avenge himself on the woman who had conspired to ruin him since her realization of his existence. Now, after so long, his dream would come true.

He quickly noticed a fellow Millennium soldier near the door. A little oddly dressed, but one of theirs. A bit of back up was appreciated, especially considering the circumstances. The hit to his leg was healed, but the blows to his torso, especially that round Alucard had hit him with, were still fresh and healing slowly. He wasn't near his peak efficiency, but it would have to do. Moving up to the door, he said to the soldier, "Allow me to knock." He kicked the door as hard as his leg would allow, putting all of his FREAK strength into the impact. The hinges buckled and gave as the door swung in and fell to the ground. Stepping thru the door, Die Krähe felt a smile cross his face once more.

As soon as Walter left Integra dove right into her meal again. Although it was not as hot as it was before prior to hearing Travis playing in the library it was managable. While digging into her steak she heard the sound of footsteps run past by a few times before hearing them stop in front of the door. No one had entered, or knocked yet. She found this strange, and so she grabbed the silver steak knife before grabbing her gun. Then another pair of footsteps stopped in front of her doors. Soon enough the heavy oak doors were kicked in, and in walked two Millennium soldiers. Quickly Integra flung the silver steak knife at the first one who stepped throughs neck, and raised her gun ready to shoot.

(OOC: Permission to post here by Tegs)

------> the front gate and courtyard

Morphine crashed through the window, the chopper behind him falling before it went up in flames. He pelted into the ground a few times as the glass rattled across the floor. Some blood leaked from his mouth while he began to stand. "Shit... for someone who can barely feel pain, that kind of hurt..." Then he saw her... Integra Fairbrook Windgates Hellsing... the king piece on the board. He slowly walked towards her but slumped onto his knees and fell forward. "I keep forgetting I'm only human... this isn't fucking stallingrad anymore..." He started to crawl forward, leaving a small trail of blood from the shards that were stabbed into him from his entrance. Morphine slowly sat against integra's desk. "Continue eating your meal.... I won't do anything..." A second later, the door went flying... He barely was able to focus enough to see that it was two of his comrades. "I'm... not cut out for this anymore...." Morphine slowly slumped to the side, his eyes still open yet his body was incapacitated, to tired and weak to more for the time being. Flashbacks began to fill his head, like a revelation coming to him. "Everything I believed in... was a lie after all..."

Leto was thankful for Die's impatience, immediately slinking through the door and taking a wide step to the side, immediately picking up on the Sir Integra's movements. Acting without hindrance, he levelled his rifle at the Englishwoman, his mouth set in a distasteful line.
Drop any and all weapons, Miss Hellsing. Your Alucard may be fast, but I'm certain bullets are faster.
Hm...yes, that seems to be what I should say in these situations...
Really, though, he went on, loudly and clearly, stepping down will be a painless action; I'm sure our- Leto glanced at his teammates - glorious leader only wants to talk.

OOC: I have permission to enter.

Chad ran up the stairs, but stopped at the top. He could hear talking coming from Integra's Office. He started sneaking along the wall, being as quiet as possible. He unslung his sniper from his back, slowly took out the clip and inserted HE rounds, slotting the clip into his rifle. He finally reached the door and peeked in. Integra was being held at gunpoint by 2 Millennium soldiers with another one unconcious on the ground. He pulled back so that he was not visible and counted to 3 in his head. 1. 2. 3. He flipped around the corner of the fallen door and fired 3 HE rounds at the man speaking. "Sorry it took me so long, Sir Integra. Been a little busy. These men bothering you?" He just stood there with a smirk on his face.

(Fine, but this is gonna mess up the post order - I can tell.)

(OOC: Ok posting order is void, die, me, morph, and chad. Someone please let die know he can post now.)

Die Krähe barely managed to dodge the knife. He hadn't been expecting it. Fortunately, he'd been facing it when it came at him and the silver glint drew his attention. Narrowly moving his upper body out of the way, he managed to let it pass harmlessly by him. He had heard of her tenacity. Good to see she was living up to her reputation. Oh, and she was armed too. How perfect. The extra company was a bit annoying, but he was here. No matter what happened now, he had won.

"Sir Integra, it has been awhile.",he began."Good to see you're still in one piece. I'm a little surprised to find you here though. Shouldn't a commander be leading her men, not lazing about dining? How very unprofessional of you."

He drew no weapon, he made no move to harm Integra or her apparent guard. He had waited for this moment for a long time now. He was going to savor it for all it was worth.

(Posting now since my turn in the posting order was skipped x.x Integra goes after this)

Leto didn't take long in hurling himself away from the shots, landing on one knee and immediately twisting his body around to hipfire at his assailant, scowling as his rifle chattered and spat its wrought-silver fury. The longer they took here, he reflected grimly, the more chance there would be of Hellsing's trump-cards getting involved - Walter Dolnez, Seras Victoria, or (gods forbid) the No Life King himself.
That would sure spoil his day.

OOC: i guess I'll wait for until everyones gone through the posting order again so I'm after Chad

(As I said, this will get confusing x.x Seras, I'm gonna do what I did with Yuri and invite you to a seperate fight topic, giving you permission to post in a way that seperates our characters from the Office. That will take two out of the posting order, and make the topic speed along much more comfortably)

(ooc: sorry for not posting sooner been xmas shopping. Whoever wishes to fight seras can do so in another topic. i will be in houston this coming week so posting should go faster then cause i will have wifi.)

Integra smirked at the fact that one of them even dared to ask her to droo her weapons. It was such a silly notion really that she would do something so stupid. None the less she kept her weapon pointed in front of her. She noticed a Millennium soldier on the ground to her left along with two of them in front. Then one of the wild geese came into her office which she was slightly grateful for. It's fine Chad. She then turned her attention to the enemy soldiers again. It would actually be unprofessinal of me to be unprepared for your surprise visits. Has your major lost any weight yet at all with all this running around?

OOC: Onto this one then as I've searched and you dont have another thread >>>> https://nightshaderpg.rpg-board.net/t1341-outside-integra-s-office

(You were meant to post here first, but fine x.x)
>>EXIT to Outside Integra's Office>>

OOC: Alright, so, I have been granted skipping permission from Morphine since his character is unconcious(randomly). I also think it may be necessary to continously skip him for the duration of the fight. Unless he chooses to wake up.

Chad laughed to himself as the second Nazi just stood there and taunted Sir Integra. He couldn't believe how easy this was going to be. With one unconcious, one currently fighting the draculina, and the other just standing here, it wasn't much of a fight anymore. He slung his sniper back over his shoulder. He snuck over to the other end of the room, still behind Die. He unclipped the top of his right thigh holster and slowly slid his pistol out. He slid a clip of HE rounds into the pistol. He crept his way closer to Die. Keeping his eye's on the Nazi for any sudden moves. When he came within 5 inches of the Nazi, he brough his pistol up. He unsheathed his knife as well. The pistol came up behind the Nazi's head. He brought the blade up and put against the Nazi's throat. "Go ahead, try to hurt Sir Integra. I dare ya."

Front yard <---

Propelling himself through the window, the elderly butler stood beside Sir Integra, wires already wrapping loosely around the two. "I apologize for the wait; I had some business to take care of out front. I'll have to replant the flowers again..." Apparently the situation had been taken care of, as some boy had subdued the vampire. Not for long, he knew, as it would be far too easy for him to escape. Now all he had to do was wait until then.

After she asked the question making fun of their supposed leader she spotted Seras out in the hallway. It seems as soon as she saw her one of the two conscious Millenkum soldiers sensed her, and started to engage her a little bit. Meanwhile the Wild Geese in front of her shot at the other. Integra poked her foot into the one on the floor to make sure he was out, and would not try anything suspicious. Soon after that done with the battle outside came Walter. It is quite alright Walter we have a more pressing matter at the moment.

As Ingram stood there, weapons held to his head and throat, a sense of euphoria filled his mind. It was all so surreal. Here he was, in the heart of his enemies stronghold, in her presence no less, and these foot soldiers thought they had the upper hand. It was laughable. In fact, he found a chuckle escaping his throat without him realizing. He turned his gaze towards Walter, an almost fiendish smile spreading across his face.

"Ah, Walter. Good to see you're still looking well. I was afraid that my compatriots might have been a bit much for you."

He turned his eyes back towards Integra, the same expression remaining locked on his face. He could feel the bullet wounds beginning to finally seal up. The two rounds Alucard had hit him with were still terrible, but at least the other wounds weren't compounding the problem.

"My dear, could you please call off your toy soldiers? I'd rather have my chat with you without having these gnats buzzing around my head. It's most annoying."

Chad just stood there. "Toy soldier huh? I don't see any clockwork or gears." He glanced over to Integra. "Do I seriously have to release this guy? Last thing I need is for him to go killing again." He didn't like the look of this guy. He could have killed him by now. Something didn't feel right. What are you up to shit for brains?

(OOC) NEW POSTING ORDER: Die, Chad, Walter, Integra. Also, short post is short.

The butler made no moves other than a simple nod, still keeping his wires armed at all times. There was no telling what this man would do next, and he didn't have the liberty to let his guard down and mull it over. He chose to ignore his words as well, keeping his eyes trained on the Millennium soldier.

======>Front Yard (permission given by Integra to enter)

A rush of wind, the sweeping sound of cold steel flying through open air, and the blue blur of the Executioner's bayonets. Swooping in through the window of Integra Hellsing's office, eight blessed bayonets curved into the room as little more than blue lightning to the naked eye. Hurled with supreme skill and precision the blades streaked towards their supernatural targets. In much the same way as he had immobilized the Draculina Seras Victoria in Baddrick, the Killing Judge had let fly his blades from outside using his enhanced senses to pinpoint the locations of the Letz Battalion's agents of chaos. Four blades roared past the Director of Hellsing, passing her harmlessly as they made for the chest of the unnatural Millenium agent sprawled on the floor. Hellsing may have been merciful enough to take captives but not him. These freaks deserved a swift death and a long stay in the deepest pits of hell and Father Anderson aimed to deliver it via a blessed bayonet to the heart. The remaining four blades were zeroed in on the masked vampire who seemed so inclined to banter with his protestant foes. He was a fool who had neither the time to blather nor the sense to kill his enemies on sight. Four blades to the chest to pierce his heart would be his penalty for such foolishness. Following in the wake of his storm of steel and righteous anger, the Paladin Alexander Anderson climbed through the window with measured care to ensure the intimidation of his prey. He entered the office, shard of glass pulverized beneath his heels, and stood tall behind Sir Hellsing though he made no aggressive move towards her. For today he would stay his hand from harming her or her retainer, his prey would be limited to the war mongering filth occupying the same room as them.

Enter From: Front Courtyard

Pages swirled through the window, carrying Edward and planted him safely next to Father Anderson. He held out the opened book again and watched as the pages rebound themselves to the book. "Almost looks as if you didn't need me Father Alexander. I would much appreciate it if you didn't run off. I would very much like it if you were alive when I surpass and replace you." Edward looked around the room and noticed a fairly large amount of people. "Quite intriguing of a situation." He unsheathed his blade and split it into two halves by clicking the button on the hilt. He didn't really think he'd need them though.

While Integra knew majority of the Millennium soldiers were crazy she was not sure any if them could match the insanity of their leader. The one in front of her seemed to be very close to it in fact. As she was about to give the order to silence the maniac for good she felt a gust of wind enter to room. Almost right after Integra felt several rushes of wind move her hair and move right past her. It wasnt until she saw the light reflecting off the bayonets she realized who as well as what it was. Once the excitement was over she adjusted her glasses, and kept careful aim in front of her. Must you always use the window Father Anderson? I am beginning to think you, and Alucard are related considering how you two lack the ability to use a door. At least this time they... She gestured her gun to the soldier in front of them. ...had the decency to come through the doorway.

As Ingram prepared his next scathing comment, he saw a group of flashing objects pass Integra's head, coming right for him. it took all his reflexes to move enough to the left to make the blades impact the right side of his chest and not the left. The moment they touched his flesh, he knew he was in true trouble. They burned like fire. Blessed. Damned. He had run out of time.

When he had first made his way here, he had three plans. The first was simple enough. Move in, secure the office, disable Integra, gloat a bit, then finish her off and leave via the nearest window and retreat to a safe distance before reengaging. The second had been to attack the office, destroy anything hazardous inside and Integra, then retrreat via same route as plan one. Plan three...

He collapsed to his knees, coughing up blood in the process. For a moment he simply stayed like that, kneeling as if preparing for some form of execution. Then, he laughed. "Well, I have to admit Sir Integra, I had hoped for a more drawn out encounter than this." He laughed a bit more, blood trickling from his mouth, staining the from of his collar. "When last we met, I was a bit less composed than I am now." The damage from the blades was burning even now. The wounds from Alucard were still nowhere near closed yet either. He was all but dead now. "Your condemnation of my talents was a bit upsetting and I hope you won't hold it against me. However," He slowly rose to one knee, trying to regain some level of dignity in the process. "I have not forgotten that slight you gave me. How dare you question my mind, my genius. You are arrogant and foolish, a dangerous combination. I wonder if your father would approve of your choices."

"However, none of that matters now. I am alone, severely injured, and unfortunately for me, that's not the worst of it." He glanced at Walter. "Your presence negates any chance of normal weapons fire working in my favor, not to mention you could shred me in seconds if I tried melee." His gaze then drifted to Anderson. "And you. You're just as bad as that monster downstairs. Nothing should be that hard to kill." He looked up at the ceiling, his thoughts scattering as he prepared to continue. "However, there is one thing I have ahead of all of you. The only thing that truly matters in war." The smile returned, painting his face like fiendish makeup."I planned ahead."

Pushing his body to it's limits, he darted forward. He could feel his damaged muscles breaking, his body suffering the ravages of the strain he placed on it, but it didn't matter. He reached halfway across the room, more than close enough and with his left arm pulled open his trench coat.....revealing the six blocks of semtex explosive he always carried, ever ready to be used for an ambush. Now however, he was the ambush. From his right sleeve sprang the detonator, the side dial set to all. And as he pressed it, causing the blocks to detonate with resounding force, he smiled at Integra and said

"Checkmate."

As Krahe darted forward, Chad lost his grip on the vampire as he ran off. Chad charged after him. The vampire was injured so it wasn't hard for Chad to run past him and slide in front of Integra by only 3 inches. He pulled out his pistol and aimed at the nazi. His eye's widened as the Nazi revealed a dozen plastic explosives. Damn, that idiots gonna try and kill everyone in the room! Chad tossed his gun away and spread himself out as much as he could in order to shield Integra from the blast. As the flames engulfed him, his trench coat burned up, holes appeared in the rest of his clothing, and what you could see of Chad's body was being burned. Then the concussive force hit and threw him past Integra and everyone else, sending him straight into the wall directly behind them. He hit the wall so hard that it knocked him unconcious.

OOC: Chad is now unconcious, not dead. The other users in this topic are now given godmodding permission for anything related to my character for a while.

Seeing the explosives pulled, the butler reacted automatically. Pulling on his wires, he grabbed Sir Integra, falling on top of her to shield her from the blast. Being behind the desk, both had better protection than most of the others in the room. Even still, his old body felt the searing heat beat down on his back, singeing the back of his hair as well. The blast was strong enough to throw the two out the window, and unfortunately, the old man was too hurt to try and stop the fall. He did, however, turn himself to cushion the fall for Sit Integra. One thing was for certain in this whole mess; the Hellsing mansion would be a wreck, because he definitely wouldn't be doing any house work for quite a while if they hit the ground.

(OOC) Sorry if pulling you seemed somewhat moddish. I'd have asked you, but you weren't here at the time. I'll change it if you'd like.

OOC: Permission given by Ridl to carry out the killshot against Morphine based on the fact that he has no realistic way to dodge while unconscious.

Father Anderson scoffed at Sir Hellsing's attempt at comedy while his blades embedded themselves into his vampiric enemies. The one sprawled across the ground was felled instantly by the holy weapons but the masked monster managed to shift to his left and spare his heart. However with wounds like those he didn't have long for this world. One more strike would finish things off. "Yer sad excuse fer a joke goes wantin Sir Hellsing. Yew should give thanks tha' Ah've managed tae summon tha control tae refrain froom decapitatin yew on sight." As Edward entered and positioned himself with blade drawn, Father Alexander sent his comrad a swift sidelong glance. "Focus on tha matter at hand Edward. Ere will be tahm fer banter once this abomination as been silenced." smirking cruelly as the vampire began to prattle on yet again, the Killing Judge drew another bayonet with the intent to cut him off once more and in far more ways than one. However, the beast's suicide charge came as a surprise to the champion of Iscariot who had assumed the creature relatively harmless at this point. Bringing his arms up vertically in front of himself, Anderson covered his face and braced his stance for the blast. Pain and fire washed over him as the Nazi blew himself to kingdom come. The sleeves of his vestments were blown away along with much of the skin covering his arms until bits of white bone could be spied peeking through the charred flesh. Smoke rose from his chest and legs as his clothing and body air continued to burn here and there. Lowering his arms, the Paladin's face showed no trace of pain, but rather annoyance and frustration at being denied his prey. He sent his gaze to the unconscious soldier and wounded butler in Sir Integra's employ. Even as he examined their injuries from afar he could feel his 2nd and 3rd degree burns begin the regenerative process. He still held his bayonet, now blackened from the blast, in his grip. It would be so damn easy to finish them here and now. They were wounded and alone...but no. True he wished for their destruction with his heart and soul but it would come when he faced them fairly. He would prove the superiority of his faith on even and fair terms to leave no doubt.

Edward listened to Father Anderson. He had a point. "My apologies, Father Alexander." Edward tightened his grip on his blade as the Nazi made a suicide charge at them. Edward saw the explosives just in time. He reached one long leg over and flipped the desk so that the flat side was facing him. The flames from the fire funneled around the overturned desk, keeping him safe from the flames and heat. He saw a man go flying and smack into the wall. He then watched as flames engulfed Father Alexander as well as the butler and his master come crashing down onto the floor behind him. Before Edward could help them, they rolled out of the destroyed window. Edward stood up once the explosion ceased. "Damned Nazi's. First they try to blow everything else up, now they're blowing themselves up. Whats next?!"

Morphine's eyes widened as he awoken. He suddenly felt cold as he glanced downward at his chest, a cold steel bayonet lodged deep in his chest. Blood began to leak out from between his lips as he slumped to the side. His energy was draining fast... With what little strength he had left, he began to crawl towards Anderson weakly and grabbed onto his leg. "We're both going straight to hell priest... two humans..." His voice wore out as the last movement he made was pulling the pins to the grenades on his belt before the body fell completely motionless.

[OOC: Morphine's status: KIA]

Integra thought for certain that tne bayonets would have killed the soldier in front of her. However, that was not the case with this one. As soon as she saw him dart forward she barely had enough time to pull the trigger on her gun before Walter tackled her to the floor in an attempt to shield her, but she still felt some of the heat. Soon enough though they were flying out the window, and falling.