Who: Integra Hellsing & Matthias Cronqvist. Where: LAIFC, LA Fencing Club. What: Sabre Fencing Practice. When: Around 3 PM (Sabre pratice hour for men & women there). Status: Complete. Rating: PG-13.
A sword mustn’t dull with time and neither must its wielder that Integral knew about. But the targets on the streets, those leeches who thought themselves vampires were seldom a challenge and without a proper practice, both blade and swordsmaster would slowly lose their accuracy.
That was the reason why she purchased a nine-piece electric sabre competition kit and signed up in this prestigious fencing club, she had told herself. It didn’t have to do with her growing restlessness or to occupy the time she wasn’t hunting. Time she didn’t wonder about the situation on London and the war. Less of all, she wasn’t musing about Alucard’s fate and destination. When she caught herself thinking on him, she was quick to convince herself he was just her faithful servant and she was a concerned master.
And that was all that bloody mattered in the end.
Pulling her mask down her face, Integral Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing walked on the pristine aisles to her selected area of practice, far from the crowd; her fellow club members passed her by like white ghosts, and their chatter was a buzz that didn’t bother her concentration in the least.
She didn’t think about last night either; about what she had seen in the grounds of that cursed castle when the group had stopped their assault. She wasn’t with them, though she had been observing the situation at a distance, her morbid interest in that old building had puzzled her. All she could focus were on the empty space after the tip of her sabre and the tense muscles of her legs and arms; the power accumulated on her front foot lifting the toes and pushing the heel out. She quickly went for Advance-Lunge in a timely one-two-three tempo after she dropped the en garde stance.
The sword and the invisible enemy were her real concerns this time.