[Baskerville was dancing around her feet after their evening run, showing little in the way of exhaustion as Integra closed the fence gate and began to pat down her pockets for house keys. The flash of light and the pitched scream of the teen spins her around, her plait snapping with the motion like a platinum whip.]
Heel.
[Vaulting over the low fence, her plimsolls hit the sidewalk and propel her forward, long legs devouring pavement as she crosses the street, the hound at her side. Recognition crosses Sir Hellsing's features as she takes in the sight of Diana, in obvious agony. The second fence is leapt over, disturbing a wintering shrub, but she catches herself and crosses the yard to the girl. Integra moves to take her by the shoulders. She recognizes her from the high school, a bright pupil in her class.]
no subject
Heel.
[Vaulting over the low fence, her plimsolls hit the sidewalk and propel her forward, long legs devouring pavement as she crosses the street, the hound at her side. Recognition crosses Sir Hellsing's features as she takes in the sight of Diana, in obvious agony. The second fence is leapt over, disturbing a wintering shrub, but she catches herself and crosses the yard to the girl. Integra moves to take her by the shoulders. She recognizes her from the high school, a bright pupil in her class.]
Ethelbert!