"Hold your god damned fire on that asshole assassin using someone as a meat-shield, I know you idiots heard me when I said to NOT shoot at the people that aren't directly trying to kill you." Matt yelled into the radio yanking a boomerang from the skull of a Purge, "But sir he-" Someone tried to speak. "I don't fucking care, if they ain't trying to kill you leave them the fuck alone for now." All hell had broken loose where Matt was currently at, bullets and various SOLDIER specialized weapons flying everywhere, from throwing knives to boomerangs.
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The poison had worked, thankfully. But now Magnus had been stabbed in the eye with a dagger and was spun around as a shield, soaking up a a few hundred bullets, regenerating the damage quickly, blood and bullet shells being forced out of his body as the flesh regenerated. The bullets stopped firing eventually, giving him time to concentrate, he closed his eyes and focused on Lady Mo's presence, sending her a image of the current situation he was in. "Heh, thing is Mister Assassin, even if you kill me, you won't find the cure. The toxin will slowly eat away at your brain, shutting down your nervous systems one by one." Magnus told him, grinning. He planted his feet firmly on the ground, causing the dagger to painfully shift in his skull. He growled low at the pain, contemplating a way out of this little predicament. His back up plan, if it worked, was Lady Mo coming and ripping this assholes arm off. 

He gauged the situation, if he moved backwards slowly the blade would simply cut his head off. He could kick off of him, ripping the dagger out of his skull and getting him the fuck away or grab him by the arm and toss him. He figured kicking him had a better chance of working with the least damage sustained, he hefted his leg up until his knee was dead center with his chest and Kami's, he turned to the left away from the blade and kicked him square in the chest sending him flying. Magnus doubled backwards as the dagger was ripped from his eye and a long gash ran down the side of his face. He placed his hand to his face to try and stop part of the bleeding, vision impaired and seeing red. He roared at Kami, seething with rage and slightly pissed off about the fact he lost half of his eyesight for the time being. Trying to calm himself downed seemed nigh impossible at the moment, Kami had officially poked the bear too many times and awoken a beast he didn't want to.

Magnus roared, his arms and claws fully extended beside him, he roared loud enough to be heard miles away, blood and spit flying from his maw. He saw nothing but red, and Kami happened to be a big ass ball of red currently. He dashed forward with greatly enhanced speed, nothing but a blur to normal humans and most vampires, a blur of slashing claws fueled by rage. He would cut Kami to shreds, or die trying.