Dresden dashed forward, blood on his mind. Magnus was his sire, but now Magnus was the enemy, and mercy was not an option. Magnus stood still, eyes closed, the perfect target, as Dresden reached him almost instantly, raising a muscled arm. His black claws were outstretched, and shot down at Magnus' neck, slicing through bone and tendons, severing the head from the shoulders..... of the illusion. The image had made Dresden miss the real Magnus, although Dresden was right next to him. As Magnus went in for an attack, Dresden swept his left claw sideways, ripping open a wound in Magnus' side while stepping past him, growling.
Turning, Dresden once more set his sights on Magnus, Roaring, his claws now stained with blood. His muscles coiled, bunching, as he leapt forward once more, like a bullet launched from the chamber, moving at speeds that would dazzle the human eye.