Magnus grinned, clearly Ural had forgotten his place in this endeavour. "Ural, clearly you do not understand the importance of this situation nor do you fully remember the reason your colony of mutts still live. Werewolves may be stronger than most vampires, but you cannot survive a army of vampires with silver bullets loaded in their guns. You so much as threaten me, I will give the order for them to bomb and shoot down every single one of you. That is aside the point, and I do not wish to kill you, nor do I wish to go against my promise to Dresden. If you choose not to help, the entirety of America could very well be destroyed by Terebitha, and Jack if he still lives." Magnus told him and paused. "You see, I would send my airforce to bombard Terebitha and rescue Mithias along with killing Jack of he still lives, but they'd only be shot down by anti-aircraft fire. Looks to me like you'd best come up with a good recipe for those hairy arms of yours, or we will all die if you do not help. Take it as helping the fate of the wolf race and the entirety of America rather than yourself."

Magnus didn't let him know anything further, like the mentions of Heaven's Greatest Weapon. Ural would help, or it would be the end of everything.
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They had just reached the front of a old church when one of the vampires that were on foot near Dresden seemed to spontaneously combust. Rhyss, once again, slammed on the breaks nearly causing everyone to crash into each other. Luckily for him they were vampires, and re-acted faster than human's. Soon after a hail of bullets rained down, Rhyss along with a few others spotted it was coming from the top of the belltower, the vampires who spotted it hopped off the back of the other Jeeps and ran in, only to meet a fiery and rather explosive death. "Stop!" Rhys shouted climbing out the back of the Jeep. He noticed one of the vampires seemed to favor heavy equipment and had a HMG along with a rocket launcher in front of him, preparing for the worst or simply wanting to utterly annihilate SOLDIER, Rhyss didn't care. "You, give me that launcher, NOW!" Rhyss yelled across and he tossed it to him along with a rocket to load into it, Rhyss loaded it and took aim through the scope. He aimed just below the mounted gun and watched as the entire belltower was destroyed and the old church came caving in. If anything had survived that, they should count theirself lucky.