The steady click of metal gears shifting into position was instantly recognizable. This was not the first time that Johnathan had stood face to face with automated security systems, although even he had never encountered one as sophisticated as Bob. Mechanics remain mechanics already, and Johnathan had already took cover as the turret popped out from the cieling, only to find another moving down near his position. He already knew there was no cover he could move to in time, not if his intial calculations of the turret's firing rate were accurate. However, he was thickly armored, and he had few locations to protect, and as such merely moved his hands in front of his face to form a shield against the incoming hail of gunfire. Moments later, of course, he was blown to the side as the belt of grenades he had taken from the armory went off, the explosion ripping through even his armor, leaving a large hole, filled with shrapnel.

Johnathan stood his ground despite the shockwave, and both his arms remained intact however. He had long outrgrown the necessity for pain. It was a receptor, information as to the state of his physical form, and nothing more. Although to most pain prohibited, to Johnathan it didn't even slow him down, and neither did the sudden lack of his left lung, and massive internal damage and blood loss. He'd walked off worse, after all. Overall, there was very little that had happened to piss off Johnathan, when you think of it tactically. But one thing truly did annoy the humanoid killing machine.

That bastard had broken his favorite armor.

Even as the illusion appeared before him, Johnathan almost subconsciously recalled the gathered information he had gained from Soldier. While the higher ups certainly didn't like him, and had tried to kill him a fair number of times, Soldier was almost always willing to help when it came to killing Oldbloods. They were all too happy to have Johnathan go out and kill their opponents for them, and thus provided all the data gathered on Magnus, from his abilities to his hideouts and known associations, a veritable gold mine. Flashing this information in front of him, Johnathan smiled, as he stood up. Magnus wasn't able to read thoughts, or if he could it had never been confirmed by SOLDIER. But if he was, he'd be moving for the exit already, and Jophnathan had every intent to cut him off.

Moving his hand up, Johnathn grabbed the crucifix bolted into his skull. A loud cracking could be heard almost echoiing through the metal corridors, as without so much as flincing, Johnathan cracked his own skull open. With an almost explosive burst of blood, the crucifix was ripped out of the skull, bolts and all. And even as they did, the air almost instantly changed. A wave of raw killing intent shot down the psychic link Magnus had created, the unnatural pent up rage of hundreds of years of brutal slaughter. Every shred of anger and murderous intent Johnathan would have felt in the 800 years since his last awakening, suppressed and combined into this state of pure fury and murderous intent.

Johanthan's entire body started fluctuating, twisting in ways the human anatomy was incapable of supporting. Even as the bullets struck harmlessly into flesh that stretched impossibly, plates of armor jumped loose from Johanthan's skeleton, ripped off by his convulsions, the bolts popping out of his skin as the holes close. Bullets pepper his flesh, to no apparent effect, as the holes simply close as if nothing had happened. His flesh is red and raw, covered in seeping blood, as Johnathan screeches as a beast, a sound that no human or vampire could have produced. For 800 years, johnathan had suppressed not only his hatred, but his regenerative capabilities, as well as a fraction of his strength and speed. 

Johnathan's arm burst open, the skin splattering the walls as a stream of blood shot out. It moved as if of it's own volition, reaching up like a swarm of red tentacles, and with incredible strength, ripped the turret from the wall, digging into it's circuitry and mechanics. Even as Johnathan was electrocuted, he only let out another mindnumbing screech, and within seconds the second turret had been wiped out. The vampires that would have intervened had fled, those manning the cameras ran. There was a primal fear that outdid any sentient thought, hundreds of years of evolution had not suppressed this base instinct. The survival instinct.

There was no longer such a being as Johnathan. Not now. Now, there was only the Beast.

And Magnus was it's prey.

((PS: Grenades do not explode when they are shot. While this is a popular misconception, it is wholly incorrect. Grenades explode due to a chamical reaction, which is not affected by heat or motion, and is thus one of the most stable explosives one could carry around. I allowed this to work in this post because it fits action movie logic, but I in no way wanted to encourage this misconception.

Thank you for your time.))
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A slow smile crept across Gabriel's face as Mithias acted as hi personal meat shield. He had been prepared for an event such as this, of course, but it was nice to see that little Mith was as loyal as ever. Not even Gabriel could move the stick anymore, so firmly had it been planted up his ass. But there were a number of problems that needed to be dealt with before Gabriel considered how next to amuse himself. He was the oldest of vampire kind, known in fear as the God of Vampires, the Absolute Alpha, and this little twerp of a mortal being had had the balls to decieve himself into the delusion he had a chance. A hope. That he, a fruitfly with a life span less than a thousand years long, could defeat a God. And the bright smile that had briefly illuminated Gabriel's face slipped into a sadistic smirk.

"Oh my. It seems we have a hero here, attacking me head on like that." Gabriel's tone was a slow drool, every note dripping with pleasure. "It seems SOLDIER has a lot of heroes, why, I met one just by the gate. A brave man, he fights because his family was slain by vampires. Got himself a wife and children, and then moved on to make sure no vampire would ever threaten his family." A click can be heard as Gabriel pauses, just for a moment, in his speech. Not a word is spoken, not a sound is heard, it's as if the entire camp, now gathered around Gabe, was holding their breath. "Such a brave, compassionate man, when he saw me walk through the fog he didn't even hesitate. He fought his way through the fear I'd forced on his mind, pulled the pin on a grenade, and tried to tackle me. Because that's what true heroes do, isn't it? They die for their loved ones, they die for their country, they die for their...."

A loud bang echoes through the clearing, as the man on Gabriel's right blasts his own brains out. Blood hits the ground, out towards the crowd so as not to ruin Gabriel's rather expensive outfit. Still outfitted with the chilling, inhuman smile, he dropped to his knees, and then crashed to the ground. However, the tears of blood had been mixed with real tears, and the expression of pain in the man's eyes had been unmistakeable. In his last moments, he had been fully conscious.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I lost my train of thought." Gabriel leaned forward, crossing his arms to lean his head on his remaining minion's head. His smile is one of genuine, almost childlike joy, as his eyes sweep the crowd. "Who wanted to be the hero again? Please do step forward."