From outside the smoke screen, two humanoid shadows could be seen. Just before the electric lights high on the wall of the Kilo Point base dimmed and went out, one shadow could be seen quickly closing in on the other. Then, Lord Bedivere's darkness engulfed the area like a moonless night.

A quick gasp escaped him and his eyes went wide with the realization that he had been slain. No warning, no banter, only beautiful efficiency marked the hunters attack as the silver stake sank easily between Mithias' ribs. It was a merciful death, as ideal as any Mithias could have hoped for and as clean as many he had delivered himself. His blades clattered to the ground. As much as his mind frantically reached for a logical way to deny it, the feeling of blood escaping the confines of the large vessels of his chest and spilling into his lungs was real. It was over. Kami no Kage's words barely registered in his ear as weakness surged through him, the pain of failure rising to surpass the physical pain. Mithias couldn't die now, he couldn't abandon the eternal battle that needed him so... but he already knew he was powerless to save himself. So quickly he had been dispatched, like a common fledgling. In a confession of mortality before the angel of death, Mithias Varomere closed his eyes and dropped like a stone. 

Winds empowered by supernatural force cleared away the obscuring cloud. Only one 'shadow' walked away. What appeared to be some random SOLDIER vampire lay motionless in a pool of blood.