"If he wishes to take a vampire alive, he will need to do so himself. I will not risk the lives of my men nor the fate of the civilised world on such a fruitless endeavour." even as they were approaching the base, Kami was transmitting orders to his troops through the special receptors placed in his suit. However, after a moment of consideration, he added an amendment. "Should I happen upon a chance to take this vampire alive, I will attempt to do so. But I can offer no guarantees, and I will not risk everything for this task. This fight will be too costly already without needless sacrifices."

However, after this conversation would be interrupted. For they had entered range of the base. A scout plane using echolocation confirmed the location to hold what appeared to be the entrance to a bunker, and the missiles were launched to blow it to pieces. Several fast missiles struck the front of the structure from the jets themselves, before the considerably heavier impacts of the bunker-busters. They dug deep into the ground, focusing their explosion in order to deal as much structural damage as possible. Most likely the top several floors of the bunker would collapse under the sudden force of the missiles, and the bunker wasn't equipped with any anti-air protection to fend off the supersonic assault.

Of course, this was not nearly enough to wipe out the vampires not directly caught in the rubble, or whom's heads had not been crushed by the sudden collapse. Standing up, Kami oversaw the battle below personally. "Send in the Divine Host! Purge this land with the flames of war!"

The large walker machines emerged from the treeline, weapons already preparing for battle. Those vampires that had been hiding in the area fled immediately, scared off by the sudden appearance of these armoured anti-vampire tanks. However, already the vampires were crawling like vermin from the cracks in the ground, a pest that could not simply be stomped out. Waves of flame washed over their ranks, the vampires clawing and screaming at the indestructible death machines as their flesh burned.

"Air support, incoming."

A series of heavy smoke machines was dropped in tactical locations, spreading a thick perfume over the entire battlefield. The Shrines used echolocation technology and UV sight to identify their targets, whereas the vampires were close to blind in the burning mist. Gusts of flame incinerated vampires en masse, and any vampire that would flee above ground would find it's end soon at hand. Those below would find themselves forced upwards by the heavier-than-air mist, which was rapidly seeping down into the base.

The course of this battle would be decided by the decisions made by Mo and Magnus. Would the vampires rush upwards as Kami had planned? Or perhaps the Oldbloods would rush out first, tanking the mist and the flames in order to spare their army? Or maybe the vampires would hide in the darkness of their bunker, sealing themselves off and seeking an escape. The Purge was here, knocking at their door, and already their initial assault had taken it's victims.

This was no battle. This was a war.