'You old vampires have tons of power, and no idea how to direct it." Johnathan spits at Magnus' feet, before smiling mockilngly. "I assume you're another one, as you're Dresden's friend. Let me be plain. I'll devise the weapons, and make the plans, and we'll win. If I die, SOLDIER rushes in, serie-bombs the entire area, sends in hundreds of men with Holy Water, performs a PURGE across the entire country. As you can't kill me without killing your race, I don't care how old or badass you think you are. If you're done standing there like a buffoon, go kill something." Johnathan turns back to his notepad, shooing Magnus away.