Max's expression turned to fear as she saw these holy tools tear into his torso. The hand withdrew, lodging the blades in Alucard's neck.
Her eyes shone blood red as she jumped from her hiding place and spread her wings. The vampiric fangs shone like porcelain daggers. She stopped about twenty feet up, then rolled over and dived into the paladin's chest. This strike knocked him back, and she had dug her teeth into his arm on impact.
Anderson growled and struck her hard with his free fist, this dislodged her bite and knocked her out cold. Well, colder.
Another bullet soared past his head, the Jackal was back in action, as was it's wielder. The battle was to resume, if not for an interuption from above.
A sleek black chopper, probably American, was descending quickly towards Anderson. There was a muzzle flash and a line of fifty caliber rounds raked the ground.
"We've attracted some unwanted attention eh?" Anderson muttered, watching the chopper turn around for another pass.
"I normally wouldn't allow them to interrupt. But I was asked not to kill any of their soldiers for...diplomatic reasons. So once again, it seems I'll have to postpone your death." Alucard narrowed his eyes at the machine, and how frail it would be if he took his pistols to it.
"Errghh. Very well." The priest sighed, dashing back into the forest.
Fang and Nudge had watched the entire thing with ever growing terror. Max had actually bit the priest, and in defence of the sinister figure who was now walking back into the fur trees.
"Come along Little Hawk. This battle is over.
Max's eyes opened and she bolted upright to follow her master in a almost hypnotic fashion. For a moment she looked back to her once friends with sorrow. But eventually she too disappeared into the leaves and snow.
They didn't chase after her. Nudge began to tear up.
The priest had stood in the shadows for a while, finally coming out to talk to them.
"You have been pulled into something you shouldn't have. But there are few options left now. I offer to train you, but the choice is your own."
Fang's eyes narrowed. That girl wasn't Max to him. But those eyes she had looked at them with. Perhaps she was still there, somehow he would make her remember. This new threat was far greater than what they'd faced. And they only had one option in his eyes. Join with the priest.
Ari and Angel quietly waited for an explanation. They only had silence in response.
"Master, what should we-"
"Seras, carry the wolf-boy." Alucard said, motioning for the blond haired girl to girl to appear from the foliage she had hid within.
"Y-yes master."
Deep in the back of Max's mind, she noted this Seras's disapproving stare.
"Angel. We are going somewhere, these people are good people."
Angel stayed quiet, preserving her innocence. She complied with prolonged hesitation, still wary of the blood colored man.
"I believe it's time we head back. We don't want the yanks finding us." Alucard said, "Walter has prepared us a jet nearby. We'll head to London immediately, and see what Sir Integra thinks of you."