"Shit, what the fuck!?" Bernadotte bit down on the new cigarette he had just retrieved. "They're flying their dreadnought blimp right at her! Seras! Get out of there!" Instead, however, she loaded up and fired her favorite new fun. Wide area saturation, high explosive incendiary grenade launcher. You watched the screen in amazement as the blimp crashed before it could even hardly get to land. "You got one cool sister, there." Berndotte shook his head in wonder. "But the task isn't finished yet. Everyone! Open your eyes! They're monsters! Geese, here they come! It's time to dance, let's rock 'n roll!"

You laid down on your back on the floor, isolated from all of the action. "Bernadotte. Why are there wars? Seems so... tedious. Wasteful."

"They fight for causes. Some fight for their governments, some against. Some for protection, others for aggression. Some for pure patriotism, others for their families... For women, drugs, food and all sorts of various reasons. But I'd say in the end it boils down to one thing. Most people fail to see that they needn't take up arms to achieve such goals. A few cents is all the reason they need."

"What?" you were confused, yet interested.

"In other words, only a couple of cents are considered invaluable. Who ever has those few cents is in charge. If England has them, Germany doesn't and so on and so forth. To feel like those few cents are in your pocket, many will happily rush onto any battlefield. For that minuscule sum of money, we kill people and we get killed. No one commands us to do so, we do it of our own free will and disguise it with a 'reason'." He took another drag on his bitten cigarette. "It's almost time. The preliminary attack is over. It's our turn now. Watch closely, ladies, we'll show you how Geese fight."

"What's your 'reason' then?" You asked, rolling around on the floor in boredom. "Is it my sister?"

He laughed. "No, petite poupée, it is not her. I fight for the real cause. Because I want those few cents. If I'm going to kill, I will at least be known as honest."

"Seems pretty goddamn boring to me..." You rolled your eyes. "When's Alucard coming back?"

"Don't know." Another drag, "When he's ready."

"Ugh." You protested, but behaved. For now.

"See out there? That's a prime example of what we think of as "the vampire", not you three oddities. It's because of its athletic ability, muscular flexibility and overall strength that the creature is far superior to any human. It not only possess the instincts of a wild beast, but also unfathomably dreadful powers that it can drunkenly summon and use as it wishes. It can easily read its human aggressor's mind and react accordingly by precisely calculating and predetermining their movements. Thereby giving it the ablity to easily doge bullets and avoid all melee attacks. And if that wasn't enough, it can even counterattack by sucking its foes dry of blood. Not really fair to pin humans against them. So then, I thought, why don't we try this? See the screen?"

"Land mines!" You cheered and clapped. "Bloody clever!"

"Bingo! That's what they get for taking humans so lightly. Land mines have no feeling, no heartbeat and no movement. They don't just strike at one single point like a bullet-- they blast everything within a wide proximity. Completely unavoidable."