As Matt was running Dresden kicked his legs out from under him, flying forward a few feet before promptly landing on the dirt face first skidding a few inches. Pushing himself to his feet staggering a bit he picked his guns off the ground in front of them, aiming them around and turning frantically. "Damn, where the hell did he go?" He said to himself.

Staggering a bit before he regained his composure he walked out of the forest, only to see things were worse than they were before he drug Chase to the infirmery. Shocked from the current scene unfolding before him, and the realization that there was a VERY small chance anyone was making it out of this alive other than the vampires, he was sideswiped by one of the damned things.

A huge gash opening on the side of his face, though hopefully not deep enough to kill him, he fell to the ground on his shoulder. Promptly shooting said vampire in the face he stood up. His shoulder was in a bit of pain but he had been through worse, and right now he had no time to cry over his own pain.

Checking his current clip in his magnums he found he had 5 shots left in each. Putting the clips back in he began to rush back to the souped up car spraying out what appeared to be holy water mist and vapor. He arrived just in time to get a front row seat to see Dresden kill Johnathan. Pissed off even more than normal, he promptly unloaded both clips remaining in his guns at Dresden's head and chest shouting at the top of his lungs "Damnit!!! You will pay you undead bastard!".

Throwing the now empty clips out of his guns he grabbed two fresh ones from the pocket inside his jacket, loading them into his guns. The village he fought to protect now all but in ruins, he had nothing left to do but be damned sure this behemoth couldn't kill anymore of his comrades, anymore innocent civilians. If he was going to die, he was going to go down fighting, chances were he was going to anyway. He assumed he might as well do the best he could, kill as many vampires as he could.