Magnus grinned and closed the phone and dropped it in his pocket. So, somehow Martin had found out part of his plan, and apparently Mithias is captured by that damned A.I and Jack is dead. The day just keeps geting better and better...
"Good." Magnus said simply and fished a phial out of his jacket with the tips of his claws, pressing a small button on the side a needle protrudes from the flat portion of the phial. He raises his arm, and begins to swing it downward towards Ural's chest when he felt it, the death of Dresden. He fell to his knees dropping the phial in the snow, and roared in rage, the sound echoing for miles. Dresden was damned near the only thing Magnus truly cared about, his only sireling, his only true friend in this world. Whoever killed him...would die. Magnus reached out for the phial and injected it into Ural and stood up. Magnus had hoped that the wolves just took it as one of Magnus's random fits of rage, but he knew they sensed it, a moment of weakness, of emotion. "Get up, Ural. We must come up with a plan if we have a hope of succeeding." Magnus told him absent mindedly.
Rhyss watched in shock as Dresden was killed, or rather, massacred. Rhyss then knew exactly what he was dealing with, Onikage. "So, you do exsist...Onikage." Rhyss told him. "Though, I have to admit, your style of fightning may be good, you are a coward. Hiding behind invisibility and calling yourself a master assassin, pathetic." Rhyss holstered his pistols and grabbed the Bunker Buster off his back. "While, you may be moving to swiftly for my pistols to hit you, let's see how well you can dodge this, shall we?" Rhyss grinned, while neither Rhyss nor Dresden liked each other all to well, he had respected him. And he shall avenge him.