Too late, Legato finally understands why the false priest insisted on writing Knives’ name in blood at every town they destroyed together. “No—”

The blade plunges downwards despite Legato’s most desperate efforts. “Judge and be judged. Kill and be killed.” The point presses against Legato’s throat. “So what choose ye, lad?”

Elsewhere, Vash stares in horror as the creature gorges himself on the not-yet-dead Insurance Girl. “Why—”

“Because I’m a monster, Spikey. It’s my nature to kill things and drink their blood.” All of its mouths grin. “Can’t change who I am, so I might as well enjoy it, right?”

Unnecessarily Long and Tiresome Authoress’ Notes:
Hellsing vs. Trigun, round two. Can you tell I’m just slightly biased?