Mithias listened intently, gathering all the information he could about the vampire before him. Insults left and right from this guy, boasting about killing Dracula, and referring to himself as Praetor and Van Helsing. Mithias paused. ... It was obvious why Mira needed the extra help and had sent him that letter. Her current help was bat-shit insane. 

Mithias said nothing as he noticed Praetor continuously fondle his pommel. Mithias conversely carried an arsenal of chemical weapons, guns, and explosives, in addition to several different blades. He considered that Praetor must have done all his slaying during a time when a sword was enough and has since failed to keep up with the times. Perhaps he was exceptionally good with a sword, even amongst vampires, yet even still, he must've had something else. Mithias gasped softly and stared as if entranced by the specter that floated through the kitchen. "By all that is holy..." He said, shocked. His question had been answered.