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Alucard and Mithias seemed to writhe and explode as the two bodies fought. Cells absorbed cells, miniature power exchanges, a battle expressed both in the infinitesimally small and in the major roiling of the now almost liquid forms of the two vampires. Each seemed to be trying to eat the other, and yet neither party was able to gain the advantage. No longer able to use his superior skill and power to his advantage, Alucard was forced to utilize solely the strength of his cellular manipulation, which was equalled by Mithias.

Within each vampire hid another vampire, Tsukune's from two alternate realities. And even as the battle between the two bodies continued, both souls seemed to bond. Mithias and Alucard were nearly opposites of one another, each formed by the events of their particular reality, each shaped by their experiences. But both Tsukunes were nearly identical, and reacted as such. It was perhaps this balance that prevented either side from gaining any particular advantage.

Floating a few meters in the air, surrouned by a halo of burning orphans, Bob watched the display. At any other period of time, he might have continued to watch. Perhaps he would have placed bets, or interfered, or perhaps he would have simply sat back and enjoyed the show. But not this time. His family had been threatened. The only recourse was the rather grim matter of annihilating the threat.

Energy gathered as Bob pointed downwards at the mass of shifting flesh, the flaming orphans being compressed into a single point, an orb of black power that seemed to bend space itself. The greatest nightmare, the most primal of fears, manifested. The fear of death, embodied in death. The conceptual annihilation of life, an absolute finisher attack that was perhaps Bob's greatest trump card. Were it to hit, even the near-immortal vampires would be wiped from existence.

Four souls hung in the balance. And yet to Bob, who had seen thousands pass hands, it was merely a necessary fatality.