Magnus glared in fury at Johnathan and the other vampires before cursing under his breath and walking over and proceeding to lean on a tree in the vicinity of the area. He hated when SOLDIER were turned, every damn last one of them nothing but arrogant pricks, though they weren't much different than himself. He stared at the ground thinking to himself while waiting on the preparations to be complete. He could in fact rush in a start things alone, but then again he didn't know the number of SOLDIER in there, plus Dresden would miss all the fun. He began to grin, sharp pointy fangs shining in the moonlight, thinking of the coming slaughter. He stood there, waiting on Dresden to arrive and oversee the final preparations so the fun could begin.