As Walter's speech went on, Alucard was standing behind him, facing away to the shoreline. Shadows began to dance, playing counterpoint to his speech, while Alucard's blood red eyes scanned the massed Dullahans waiting on the ridge.
"Cavalry on a cliffside....What are you thinking, lord of vampires?" Alucard wondered quietly, watching them carefully.
The dullahans all began to raise their severed heads high, and in rolling pitches and tones, began to shout names.
Men began to fall dead where they stood, blood leaking from every orifice in their head as their eyes rolled back.
"BEWARE! DULLAHANS SPEAK!" Walter turned, shouting loudly. Pulling a tome from his belt, he flipped the book open and in hurried fashion began to read from a page. arcane symbols leapt into the air as crystal blue writing swirled about. From walter's form radiated a golden, translucent orb that enveloped the ship. All around the fleet similar bubbles formed on any ship that held a Tamer, a priest, or otherwise holy men. Those that didn't soon fell dead in the water as the entire contents of their crews died where they stood. The orbs seemed to be blocking the blasphemous powers of the Dullahans.
"Master, they should not know our names..." Alucard said, watching the ridgeline.
"Aye, you know what that means." Walter said, turning to his servant.
"We have a traitor in our midst..."
"That we do. We'll settle it with an inquisition later, first, let us deal with these hell-tongued blasphemers. BALLISTA! GOLDEN-TIPPED BOLTS! AIM FOR THE RIDGE LINE!" Walter's commands relayed themselves throughout the fleet, and crews hurried to prepare their weaponry. Ballista were wheeled around on decks and loaded with bolts armed with golden tips.
"FIRE!" As one, every ballistae fired, and golden death rained down on the Dullahans. The barrage decimated the ridge line and tore through the enemy ranks. The infernal chanting ceased.
"ALL MEN! TO ARMS!" The ships began to move even closer to the shore. Boarding blanks were readied. The battle would soon begin.