Both of Alucard's arms ripped off under the immense stress, as Mithias applied his full force. However, there was no blood. Instead, there were spurts of black goo, which soon formed together into a new pair of arms. Alucard chuckled, as Mithias looked at the pair of arms he was holding, which seemed to start growing, roots digging into his skin. Injecting goo into his veins, draining his life force as they had done to so many others. Alucard's body remained his even after seperation, and within moments the newly formed parasite was attempting to cover Mithias' entire body, sucking the life from him. "A rapid attack, but far from enough. Battle is not all about strength, my friend. You must know your enemy, and know their weaknesses and strengths. Such damage to my body won't harm me, even as it would not harm you. If you wish to be victorious, you must discover how to defeat your enemy."

Alucard held out his new arms, as once more flames gathered. But this time it was different, by far. For the very air ignited, slight impurities burning away, turning to nothing. Two blades formed, from a heat that could no longer be described as mere fire. Two slices of the sun, two slivers of unholy fire, which would burn worlds. As these blades marched steadily towards the planck-epoch, the air broke apart, electrons separating from atomic core under the influence of the immense vibration. After moments, the very atoms they touched broke apart into a soup of subatomic particles, a trail of plasma lighting their path as they moved through the air. Alucard's movements changed, as he took an almost graceful stance - a swordfighter's stance.

"I'm not going to burn you. I'm going to destroy you. Every last bit of you. I will separate you into subatomic particles, and I will crush them into quarks. When I am done, there will be nothing left to regenerate. I am Alucard, Lord of Vampires. And I will have you know my name, you impudent whelp."