The attack was over. And Alucard realized something. It seems that our little rivals have grown very bold.

The day had grown darker, and the sun was nearly set as the Libyan soldiers walked forward with gas masks covering their faces. Teams of two operated flame-throwers. One released the butane gas from the tanks via the small handle in back, and the other torched the remains of the Millennium soldiers who hadn't been turned completely to dust.

When all the remains were burned, the ashes and dust were bagged, and scattered at a crossroads near the camp.

Alucard walked up to Wolf, and asked him, "How about a fight, Saxon?"

Wolf gave him a sideways glance, "Why?"

"I want to see if you've changed your style over almost two hundred years, because then, you relied on my being distracted."

"It's your own fault you were distracted, Vlad."

"Oh? How so?" He paused, "And stop calling me Vlad. It's not my name anymore."

"Ah very well Alucard. But it's your own fault because of the unmatchable greed you possessed. Your passion for Mina Harker, to be precise."

"Alucard scowled, and glared at the Vampire. "Don't you Dare speak her name, Saxon."

Seras, Integra, and the rest of the soldiers returned to the camp, not knowing what was about to happen where they had just left.

"And why not?" He egged Alucard on. "She's gone now, she's the past."

"Shut up! Stupid traitor!"

Wolf's malicious grin was replaced with a serious expression. "She didn't even love you, count. She pitied you."

Alucard emitted a frightening roar, and drew his Thompson, along with his sword.

"No guns!" Wolf shouted at the Nosferatu, "A clash of blades!" As he drew his own long, shiny saber.

Alucard's gun disappeared into his body, as he formed himself into Vlad the impaler, once again. His large, tattered cape flowed behind him, and his armor glistened as he charged at the other Vampire, who also had clad himself in what he wore on the day of his death. A simple black cloak with a coat of chain mail beneath it. Both looked as if they had just jumped out of a battle in the fifteenth century.

Their blades clanged together repeatedly. Both tossed insults at each other as they fought. "Your greed drew Van Helsing to capture you! For Mina's sake, he traveled into Transylvania to save her from being stricken down by the curse that a coward such as yourself would create!"

Alucard suffered a cut to the chest. The silver of the blade hung in the cut after the blade had passed through, burning him intensely.

"Your people were next to nothing to slaughter! Your family was weak! The only reason you weren't killed is because the men who I was supplied with were to stupid to catch a boy who ran into the Black Forest!"

Alucard's sword came down on Wolf's face, tearing a gash down his cheek. The silver dug into his skin,conflicting with the unnatural blood flow.

"That only proves the fact that you're a coward! You would send troops to fight against what you call weak! No creature, or god or man is above fighting any enemy!"

They locked their swords.

"Then why would you run from the soldiers?"

"Because, at the time, they were stronger than me!"

The fight continued on. Alucard slung himself around wolf, and cut him in half. Wolf used shadows to attach his torso to his legs, then did a flip off of Alucard, landed, and lunged back at him with all his might, knocking them both down, and both lost their swords.

The fighters resorted to fistacuffs. Throwing punch after punch at each other, and kicking when they got the chance. They fought so hard that every hit produced gashes the size of a dinner plate. Eventually, Alucard gained the advantage by supplying a barrage of punches, tearing apart Wolf's torso.

Wolf was eventually a bloody mist from his waist up. When Alucard couldn't find anything more to fight, Wolf's mist flooded into the Vampire king's body, and he tore him apart from the inside out, and as both regenerated to their more "Human" forms, they called their swords to them from where ever they were.

As soon as hey had at least one hand each, they thrust their swords into each others' hearts.

The fight was over. For now. And a pissed off Integra,and a worried Seras were speeding toward the two in a Humvee. Seras was hoping that neither had been wounded, and Integra only wanted for them not to have destroyed each other by the time they had reached the spot the soldier had told them they were fighting.

Two operatives lost in one night during the largest-scale war Hellsing had ever been involved in was not good for business.