Magnus coughed as the wound regenerated, so, Ural HAD forgotten his place. Magnus stood and brushed himself off. Immediately he broke forward, kicking Ural in the lower half of his shin and stabbing him with both sets of claws in both sides, neither hitting vital organs. The wolves around him growled, ready to pounce. "I wouldn't really do that, you see, I am the only one with the cure to what your leader will soon experience. The vials it is in is also monitoring my brain activity, should you kill me your leader will live out the rest of his days afraid of everything around him." Magnus quickly told the wolves, Magnus was glad he had instructed the old man to add that nifty little addition. 

"I see it is still not getting through that skull of yours, Ural. I am not here to threaten you, I am not here for favors, I am not here to command you. I am here to tell you it is in your best intrest for the survival of both our races, and humans, if you actually get past your primal rage of wanting to tear me to shreds. If you kill me, your pack will die along with every single vampire and werewolf in the States if SOLDIER regains control, hell, SOLDIER is nothing compared to what Terebitha is capable of." Magnus told him. "You see, I also know about this Weapon. I also have people researching it. But, for now, that is no where near our problem. Surely you saw a giant floating fortress pass over here sometime, yes? Well, that thing is more powerful than you, your entire pack, and probably most of my army combined. It was nearly impossible to capture it before, this time won't be nearly as easy."

"While I may lack the strength of your kind, I am not without defense as you can now clearly see. I will administer the antidote provided you give your word on letting me live, and consider the information I have just told you. I really do hope you make a smart decision, it would pain me to see such a powerful leader brought down by something so minor." Magnus grinned inwardly at his own ability to...negotiate. Should this not..work out...he would simply tell Dresden that Ural was dead and that he could become the new leader.
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Rhyss jumped off the back of the Jeep just as he saw the round pierce through the hood to the engine and covered his face with his arms as bits of debris flew everywhere peppering him with metal and even killing a few of his force with the larger chunks. His entire army reduced to nearly nothing he ordered the rest to scatter to the trees. Rhyss didn't need to rely on brute strength, not yet anyway. He pulled out Grim and Reaper and proceeded to unload a hail of bullets at the being. Either, the bullets would kill or wound it, or provide a ample distraction for Dresden.