Disclaimer: I don't own Hellsing or the characters used in this fic. They are under the ownership of Kota Hiraino, made hentai genius.
Father Renaldo sighed as the figured charged at him. He shook his head. "No skill. No finesse." Almost as an afterthought, he raised his gun and fired. The bullet entered the charging figure's head and threw him backwards across the well-kept lawn of the Iscariot training field.
Renaldo sighed and walked across the field to the prone figure. "And now, no life. Excellent work, Anderson."
The young paladin scowled as he pushed himself up off the ground, smoke rising from the bullet wound in his forehead. "So what? The whole point is that I can't be killed that easy."
Father Renaldo raised an eyebrow. He also raised his gun and emptied the full clip into Anderson. "There. I just shot you with five anti-regeneration bullets. You're dead now."
"Anti-regeneration bullets don't exist!" Father Anderson spat weakly.
Renaldo reloaded and rechambered his gun. "Neither do vampires. Or werewolves. Or a section of the Vatican dedicated to assassination. According to the rest of the world, these things don't exist. But we know better, don't we? They do exist. You say that anti-regeneration bullets don't exist? Well, wouldn't you just be shocked to learn that they do?"
He walked down the field and stuck his gun in a shoulder holster. He turned his back to Anderson and called out. "Now that those broken bones have healed and the destroyed brain cells have grown back, let's do this again."
Anderson suddenly lifted himself off the lawn and charged at Father Renaldo. He was within steps of the priest's back when Renaldo suddenly turned and fired into Anderson's head again.
Anderson opened his eyes and stared up at the Italian sun. Father Renaldo's shadow moved to block it out. "How did I do that?"
"By being faster than a bloody freak?"
"That's part of it, but that's irrelevant. You can learn to be fast to. You are fast. The reason I keep 'killing' you is because you are over-reliant on your abilities." He knelt down and stared into Anderson's eyes. "Your regeneration abilities are a gift from God, my son. A marvelous gift. And yet God has given you other gifts as well. Speed. Strength. Skill with the blades. And most importantly, this." He tapped Anderson's regenerating skull. "Prove to me you can use that, I'll teach you how to use this." He held out his hand. Pages of paper flew from his jacket and swirled around his arm before dancing around his outstretched hand. With a sudden cutting gesture, he banished the paper. He walked forward down the field, holstered his gun, and turned his back to Anderson.
"Again."
