Though Ham underestimates him, only I know what Alucard is truly capable of. I can't help but feel pity for his opponent.
The current match concludes with a brutal display. The cat girl savagely pummels the Satyr until he collapse unconscious. Bloodied claw marks cover his body, evidence of her relentless assault.
"Holy shit, I don't want to be that guy," Ham mutters, shaking his head. Suddenly, before I can react, Alucard leaps from the seating area to the ground below with a loud thud.
"Quick question, is that dude a vampire?" Ham asks, his voice shaky. I glance at him and notice sweat pouring down his face.
"Yeah, kind of. He's a Dhampir," I reply.
Ham swallows hard.
"But wait… How did you—" I stop mid-sentence, realizing something. My eyes narrow. "How the hell did you see his real form?" I demand, grabbing Ham and pinning him to his seat. It's strange because Alucard's avatar has dark skin and doesn't remotely resemble a vampire.
