Integra slinked to the back of her room, pulling a small pistol from one of her blazers pockets. Turning off the safety she raised it, aiming carefully at the wooden door. Her blurred vision told her that Rip Van Winkle was backing towards her, gun in hand and ready for action. Moving all the way to where Integra stood Rip wrapped her free arm around the Hellsing family head.
"Hold on tight Leibe." The Huntress whispered into Sir Integra's ear.
Holding both their guns at the ready they waited, both completely focused on the door, able to notice when the knob finally began to turn.
Walter slowly turned the knob, soundlessly, absolutely positive that the two wouldn't notice in their distracted haze. Quickly he pushed the door in, ready to easily kill Sir Hellsing and her bed toy vampire. Looking forward he registered the flash of gunfire, his lips stretching into a hard frown as he realized the cause. Rip Van Winkle had fired. Yelling out he darted back, narrowly dodging the magic bullet, readying his wires for its next pass. Hands at the ready he watched the blue flash jerk in his direction and let loose the strings, using speed and precision to slice the bullet in two before impact. Smiling once more he stepped forward, taking note of the Huntress reloading.
"It's over you two! Prepare to die!" He waved the wires lightly in front of himself, making a small show of himself before finishing his task.
Integra frowned hard, gun at the ready, and fired, all remorse for the situation replaced with the hate of betrayal. Firing several times she watched, anger boiling further as each bullet was effortlessly dispatched by the butler's wires. She waited for him to take a step before she fired the final two, hoping that the distraction would give Rip enough time to finish reloading. The bullets once more hit the barrier and were reduced to small chunks.
"Step back." Rip's voice growled in Sir Hellsing's ear.
Looking at the vampire Integra stepped back into the wall, watching as the Huntress lept forward, gun in hand. Wires flew at the vampire, being dodged narrowly as she closed the space between her and Walter. Landing only six feet away she fired, the bullet darting out and to the left, through the wall. Walter laughed and lunged forward, fist colliding with the vampires face. His grin quickly fell as his fingers were replaced with a spurting of red. Spitting the fingers out Rip lifted her musket like a bat, and swung, nailing Walter in the chest and throwing him off balance, his old body beginning to wear out.
"Shit!" He spat, bringing up his other arm for a hit.
Before his hand could form a fist Rip's bullet came crashing through the wall, quickly severing the limb from its host. Walter staggered back, blood pouring from the wounds as his body began to degrade, he had a sinking feeling that perhaps he would not win this fight. Once more the musket collided with his face, bone crunching underneath the polished wood as Rip let loose a feral screech.
Integra slumped back against the wall as she watched Rip's musket crash into her former butler's skull, the flesh bending inwards around the handle. Bone and gore replaced the familiar face quickly and Integra steadied herself, reloading her gun as she walked forward. Once she reached the body she looked down at it coldly.
"Fuck you" She whispered as she fired a blessed bullet straight into his heart.