#{doesnt really wanna fite alu since leon doesnt consider him a foe + he also slays other vampires}

[nightslain]

"How would you like to slay a real vampire? Come, and allow me to feel alive once more with the thrill of battle. You are a man and only a man can slay a monster like myself."

@hellsingfang || f is for friends who throw fists together

                “…A monster you may indeed be. But this duty you have resigned yourself to is not so unlike my own. Is that not true?” Spilling wicked blood in the dead of night; thankless work, but thanks is the motivation of neither soul. Their duty the same, their influence almost certainly different–Leon is not quick to think this creature a spirit of any kind of altruism. No, a monster can only have so much good in their heart, he is sure. But eyeing the vampire as they tower in the moonlight, Leon is not convinced even so that he is stood before an enemy. “You are not loyal to your kind and their cruelties–no, you have chosen in your time to destroy them instead. Perhaps it is not for me to know or understand why. But what is mine to understand is that we both prey upon the Night–we both cull the plague it has spread upon the earth.”

                 The Belmont shifts, booted stride slinking forward as a hand lowers thoughtfully to the weapon hung at one hip (howling, he hears her, enough to make him feel as though his skull might split with the force of her screeching hate.) “I do not kill for pride, or for spite, or even joy. I kill for the good of my people. And it is not my wish to do battle with one that fights the same for a goal to rid this world of its filth.”

                The whip is drawn. The chord burns hot under Leon’s hand as he snaps it taught between both hands. Resolve reaches his eyes, though there is something solemn to the set of his face besides. “But if life has grown so dull to you with as much of it as you have lived–if it has lost true meaning, become void of this feeling that you crave–” his words are sundered by the rage of the whip come raining down, all fire and thunder and lightning-sharp pain soon to be felt, “then from one hunter to another, I will grant you that wish to feel again.”