Onikage had missed his objective, however the blade thread in the doorways had turned most of the more ambitious vampires into small slices of vampire. Bite-sized. Furthermore, the few that had attempted to jump onto the roof had been met with explosives placed along the edge, which had of course reduced that group into chunky salsa, and demotivated anyone else from trying such a tactic. However, then Onikage spotted Rhyss pulling out what could be aptly described as heavy weaponry with obvious plans. Of course, Onikage was nothing if not versatile, snatching up Akuma no Segi, as the assassin jumped from the belltower. Turning in mind flight, Onikage aimed the large gun, and fired, the massive bullet tearing into the head of the vehicle Rhyss had been piloting and blowing it to pieces. As Anikage landed, the two vampires near him were confused, seeng nothing but a flicker in the air, as Onikage used the long handle of the gun to bring both to the ground, even as he drew Tenshi no Segi with the other hand. A single slash disposed of the two vampires, as Rhyss and Dresden's forces had been almost completely decimated between the bombs and the gunfire. All that was left of any significant threat was the two Oldbloods, both of whom could most likely kill Onikage in melee. As such, he set up his shot once more, taking but a moment to aim before firing Akuma no Tenshi, another massive bullet tearing through the air. -------------- Dresden had been caught in the blast of the explosion, his entire right arm blown straight off, and he howled in fury as the stranger opened fire on him. He was the strongest among vampires, he would tear their heads off and drink from their skulls. Raging, Dresden dashed forward, jumping onto the church in a single leap, having located the source of the weaponsfire with ease. However, as he landed on the crumbling slanted roof, he was warmly greeted by a fiery explosion, a row of bombs tearing his legs off as he was thrown backwards to the ground. He had been disarmed, both literally and metaphorically, and the very idea of the kind of damage he was taking being inflicted by a mere human was humiliating. Growling, Dresden stood, as his arms and legs regrew, his regeneration one of the more rapid even among Oldbloods. While he might be useless with a gun, and have no understanding of modern technology, there were few who could hope to match him in a fight. His howl did not go unheard, as his pack of wolf alphas went into battle, howling their battle cries, ready to track down the one who had hurt their master. As with the wolves, Dresden howled out to the moon, as fur covered his skin, his eyes blood red, his teeth elongating even further to two massive canines resembling some kind of saber cat. His claws were the length of daggers, a hybrid between a vampire and a werewolf, a raging form in which nothing could stand in his way. The WerePyre charged forward, as another bullet shot towards it. The massive anti-tank round tore through his chest, exploding at the same time, as the Big Bad Wolf was reduced to blood and gore, slowly regenerating once more. Even to an Oldblood fighting at full power those bullets were hell, with enough power to kill vampires in a single hit even if they missed the heart or brain, the power of the Demon Assassin. ----------- Ural glared down at the cocky vampire, his eyes filled with hate and stubborn, arrogant pride. His hand shot forward, and Magnus went flying, his ribs smashed to a hundred pieces before he impacted with a rather large oak tree. The albino werewolf grinned, a rather horrifying sight, as his teeth were caked in the blood of his enemies. "An army of vampires? I see only one vampire." From all sides, werewolves slowly closed in, growling, on all fours. They needed only the signal from their leader, and the entire Pack would rip the intruder to shreds. "You made your deal with the previous Alpha, Durl. I am not weak, I am not feeble, I am not foolish enough to believe a bloodsucker like you could pose any kind of threat. You are weak, depending on humans to live, holing yourself up in gardens of concrete, worthless trash. I would not so fould my name as to grant aid to a coward and a failure such as you." The Albino Wolf stepped forward, it's claws extending, blood still dripping from the hand that had thrown Magnus backwards. No one vampire, even one as powerful as Magnus, was a match for an entire Pack of over thirty Werewolves, intoxicated by the smell of blood, circling the wounded prey with hungry eyes, sharks around the bow of a ship, vultures with an eye on a fresh corpse. They were creatures of primal instincts, hunters, more animal than human, brimming with a wild kind of honor that kept them together in tight packs. While not nearly as numerous as vampires, Werewolves were not a force to be trifled with, and Ural knew all this, as he looked down at Magnus. "We have heard the First Bloodsucker's words. You shall be killed by Heaven's Greatest Weapon. Even now, my wife searches for it, the weapon that was said to be forged by angels themselves, wielded by a warrior of the church. But perhaps all it will take is my claw in your skull." --------- When Mithias would awaken from the slumber he had fallen into, if it could be called as such, he would find himself on a cold steel table. Above his head shines a bright white light, and his hands and feet were held in place by strong leather straps. The room smells of blood and fear, the scent of sweat strong in the air. Softly, the whining of some poor schmuck can be heard, undoubtedly one of the many victims of Jack's experiments. However, the light shines brightly, preventing Mithias from seeing anything else in the room. However, what can certainly be seen is a small table, filled with cutting instruments, not far from him. Undoubtedly, this table was used for a multitude of experiments, before housing Mithias.