Johnathan glares upwards at Magnus, but then breaks into a smile. "When? Why, my lord, I'd have thought you'd wish to strike right now." Mockingly, Johnathan bows. "My fellow vampires, may I have your attention? This is Magnus, a friend of our honored leader Magnus. In fact, he's such a badass, he came up to me just now, and convinced me, all these plans are useless. Our armor, which prevents the holy water vapour from burning our skin off, is just a coward's tool, right?" Johnathan laughs, looking around at the now assembled group of vampires. "Well then, I think it's obvious Magnus should lead the first attack, in typical vampire style. No armor, no plans, just running into the face of 151 heavily armed, prepared, desperate SOLDIER, through a wall of Holy Water Vapor." He smiles at Magnus as not a single vampire volunteers for this suicide mission, and once more, bows down. "Well then, most esteemed Magnus, it seems you'll have 151 SOLDIER all yours for the picking." Johnathan tosses over a grenade to him. "Maybe when your body is being crushed by bullets and arrows, you'll be smart enough to pull the needle, and your 'heroic death' can be of some use to the clan." Smirking, Johnathan turns his back on Magnus and walks away, leaving the sixty vampires looking expectantly at Magnus.