New tentacles sprouted from the growth, grabbing onto the large pellet as the radioactive decay started accelerating. Cancerous growths appeared along the edges of the growth, as it pulsed like a heart. Roots extended deeper into the earth, draining power from the decay, forming what appeared to be a purely biological Reactor of some sort, breaking down the material for power. Tentacles shot upwards and grabbed on to Kishin's legs, spiked talons attempting to dig into his skin and drain the life from him.

The being was covered in a thick layer of bark-like skin, large pores opening and closing to release toxic gasses and fluids, a combination of waste disposal and offensive strategy. Great arm-like appendages begin to form, as in the centre what appears to be a bulbous growth reaches the size of a car. Hundreds of maws and eyes dot it's surface, each belonging to a different creature, each adapted for the purpose of destroying life. It was, all in all, an abomination.

Alucard, meanwhile, simply stood opposed to Logar, smiling slightly.

"Outnumbered? Why, I don't think you quite know what that word means."

He draws back one fist, as suddenly an immense amount of energy seems to be chanelled into it. It was naturally occurring energy, a principle similar to Ki, or the powers inherent to Gods. It felt far from divine, however, as Logar realized that this power was equally far from natural. For the power that gathered in his hand held the distinct power of billions of worlds, drained of all life, absorbed into this continually evolving biological construct. The epitome of power and offense, with the powers of every being it absorbed, growing only stronger with every moment of omnicide.

Then, he punched.

The first explosion was that of the sound barrier being shattered. The second was the roll of thunder as the air burst outwards explosively, the mere shockwave of the attack ripping through the air and ground. Hurricane winds tore through the ground, an unending wave of kinetic force that would have made Toguro proud. The water in the swamp was thrown into the air, the trees uprooted and the ground cracked open as a massive crater formed. Logar himself was flung backwards, flying a good 100 meters and through many tress before he finally came to a stop.

The entire area had been devastated. It was as if it had been hit by a high-powered missile, not a single tree was left standing. The sheer power of the punch had annihilated part of the swamp.

"Perhaps you should retreat. After all, you're outnumbered a billion to one."