Garou raised an eyebrow. “Are those US soldiers?”

“That’s right,” said Alucard. “Vietnam, 1971. Their own military put a drug in their food that transformed them into vampires. Naturally I was dispatched once the Hellsing Organization got word.” The soldiers wandered through the thicket. “Normally I don’t grant my familiars this much autonomy. But I’ve allowed them to maintain some semblance of self-concept for the time being so that we can utilize their PTSD. It should come in useful for this environment.”

[...]

“It’s not napalm,” Alucard said. “It’s just the judgment of a pseudo-divine goat. Now light it up!”

Muzzle-flashes illuminated the dark forest. Hundreds of bullets, fired from seven soldiers at once, slammed into Arceus’ body. But it did not seem to care— no, the bullets did not even pierce its skin.

“I have prepared,” said Arceus. “Your metal has little effect on me.”

- Ragnarust Round 1