Magnus grinned evily, flashing his razor sharp teeth in the moonlight "You see Mithias, you are not in any posistion to say differently. Sure, your current injury will regenerate shortly, but what makes you think that is the extent of what I am capable of? You are far too predictable, your own actions shall be your death." He told him. "Now, die." He dashed forward, veering to the right so as to end up on the right side of Mithias, he'd hoped his injury would cause it to be near impossible for him to re-act efficiently and in time, and drove his claws into the side of his chest, hoping to strike his heart.