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Mithias straightened and took a deep breath. The blood had revived him, and he felt elated to the brink of overconfidence. He looked brighter, quicker, and far more steady on his feet, like a bit of the dragon's majesty had now been passed on to him. In a way he looked ironically alive, taller, like a god himself, and never meant to taste death again. 

He clenched his fists and considered his powers and abilities. He still had his mind ward, his pyrokinesis, and the soul-draining blade that he could summon. Through concentration and will he could boost his strength and speed and healing, but it would be a while yet before he could match what Tsukune had given him. Plus, he needed to practice the dimension-cutting techniques, but even without that, he could certainly help Alice now. Heat swirled around him at the slightest thought. Mithias felt he might be able to manifest those flame wings he had seen Alucard use, but such a beacon of light and energy would certainly alert their targets of their approach. Instead, he let the cold wind take wipe out his heat manipulation and dissipate it. "I can run very fast. I'll be just behind you. I can't change shape like you can, although I used to be able to do that, but it won't matter. You have my word I will protect you." 

The two took off to see what lay beyond the mountain.