In the distance, far out of human vision but clear to Hale there was a small fortification.
A bunker with a tower and some armor plating. Simple but sturdy. Not for long.

Hale left deep brown steps in the wet grass. The leaves wilted under his step. It had been over an hour since he'd been near Magnus.
His destructive nature had time to breathe. And breathe he did. The cold wind filled his lungs as the sun hid behind dark clouds.
The air was humid and slightly frigid for the time of year, but that really made the scents of nature come out. He liked autumn.

A few minutes later he was in sight of whoever was in the tower, assuming they were watching down sniper sights.
For him that meant they were also in earshot, and he was planning on sharing that privilege with them.

[b]"Mortals!"[/b] He bellowed with a voice that carried like wrathful thunder down the valley.
[b]"My name is Hale Wittenberg and I work with the old blood vampire and soon to be king Magnus."[/b] After that he paused, trying to see if he could spot any barrels aimed at him yet.
[b]"You have 5 seconds to find something white to put on a stick and wave out the window."[/b]
With a smirk he started to count down as he took the safety of his gun.
[b]"5...4..."[/b]