Paragon and the Bird of Hermes were not the only ones who had been transported from that roof top in the city. There still stood at the edge of the pentagram the silent figure draped in shadows. He was the one to act now for to delay any further for the hopes or actions of others would be folly, the desired outcome and fork would fall from his grasp, his purpose would be unfulfilled.
That man's foot slammed the earth, cracking about the rune even as it took shape and he leaned forward, his left arm darting up to throw the chain forth, one of those spikes leading the way. Lightning arced between ground and linked cord, splitting the air with liquid flame in its wake as the object tore across the short distance. It was not through added skill, trickery, or some supernatural property of the chain that the metal stake dragged lightning and fire in its wake. The sheer speed and force of the throw caused it to split the air so violently that these two symptoms were the evidence of weapon's passing. The dirt melted, glassed to red as the chain passed over it.
The metal stake was not alone in its violent press forward. The cloaked figure followed it, another spike held in his left palm, cracked earth, lightning, and fire also dragging in his wake. He would attempt to force it through the vampire's stomach, just after the thrown stake would pierce the creature's left breast if the assault was left undefended.
Re-forged from single link of a chain originally fashioned and employed to bind an entity far more malevolent, malicious, cunning, and powerful than the Impaling Prince, the chain's holy metal would cause the vampire terrible pain but it could not kill him for Alucard was truly immortal. It could be that Alucard would survive unto the end of this reality and beyond it but just because something could not die did not mean that it could not be held forever in chains. That implement was the perfect tool for capture for whatever form this Monster of Monster's chose to take the links would hold him. The bindings would contain him for they had been tested by the craftiest enemy over millennia. So it would be if this man who was obviously not a man had the mettle.
The whole of the ruined circle shook and shifted violently under those within it, rotating nearly a full quarter turn so that one of the points of the pentagram faced north. This act completely reversed the meaning of the rune. It was now a holy symbol embodying connection of five interconnected virtues tied to a group of five. Though some may recognize the connection to the Five Wounds of Christ, the five virtues of knighthood, or the four elements with the fifth: spirit, bound together with a circle. They all resided now within the field of a holy symbol containing and constricting unholy forces.