There was a rustle. He wheeled around and aimed his gun. But it was only Garou. Half his face was caved in, a cracked and hollow shell.

Garou groaned. “What hap—”

Garou was gone. Then a white streak passed through where he used to be. And then a powerful slipstream sucked Alucard, and all the trees alongside it, into a single mass. The massive chunks of wood squeezed Alucard’s skull and threatened to crush him. But he endured. He looked into the distance. The fallen trees allowed him to see uninterrupted for miles ahead. And what he saw was this:

Garou was alive. He had transformed himself. His skull was reformed, with only a red eye as a token of the wound he had retrieved. His hair was red as flame. And as that moving corpse slammed him through tree after tree, he struck at its spine with strength twofold.

- Ragnarust Round 1