The shimmering assassin was nearly impossible to see in the darkness, even for the trained eyes of the vampires, making ranged weapons a pain. Even if one could decide more less where their assailant was, an exact location couldn't be determined, meaning that almost all ranged gunfire was little more than a hopeful guess and a waste of ammo against a dangerous opponent. Of course, the ammo and Dresden's presence were probably the only things keeping the morale of the remaining vampires in place, faced with an adversary they could not see, and had already wiped out most of the attack squad in mere moments. However, just for the moment, they feared Dresden's wrath more than the invisible assassin. There was a reason other than just the cool sound of it that the assassin in question had taken the name Onikage, Demon Shadow. It was appropriate for one who was merely a shadow in the night, with the claws of a demon.
Onikage had evaded the gunfire aimed at him both by the fearful vampires and Rhyss himself, using cover and camouflage to maximum effect, firing a few explosive shots at the group from different locations, constantly remaining on the move to make it impossible for anyone to get a lock on his location. With the added supporting fire from Axel, the group of vampires was soon reduced to nearly nothing, with both the Oldbloods having evaded death through use of cover and sheer durability. Of course, they had never been the target of the ranged attacks, at least from Onikage. Instead, he needed to prevent them from calling on their allies for assistance, removing the advantage of numbers and allowing him to wipe them out in 1-on-1 combat, as he was quite capable of doing.
Out of the shadows he came, appearing next to the sniper that had been so bold as to interfere with this fight. Of course, to Onikage, Axel's presence was nothing more than an unexpected advantage, and would be fully utilized as such. In order to maximize his efficiency in this encounter, however, the sniper would need a superior weapon to the one he was currently using. Onikage laid a quick hand on Axel's shoulder, gaining his attention and quite possibly giving the poor boy a heart attack, as his emotionless silver helmet seemingly materialized from thin air. "Cover me." With these two, simple words, Onikage once more disappeared into the shadows, leaving Axel with Akuma no Segi, the sniper rifle he himself preferred to use. He would be using a different set of weaponry from this point on, and would have no more need for the massive rifle, but some heavy cover fire would be appreciated, and he knew Axel was a skilled sniper.
Dashing forward, Onikage had already drawn Tenshi no Segi, the invisible blade with a trimolecular edge, capable of cutting through almost any material. Having revealed his location, he moved to ensure that Dresden was in between him and Rhyss at all times, preventing the former SOLDIER elite from taking any further shots without hitting Dresden in the process. Of course, even if he had not done so, the encounter was quick. Onikage had already fully planned the attack, customized to take down the vampire who specialized so greatly in melee weaponry with an uncontrollable fury.
Dresden had regenerated incredibly quickly, his vampiric and werewolf healing factors combining. Most nonlethal hits weren't even sufficient to slow down the hybrid, and even with most of his limbs blown away, it took less than a minute for him to recover from his wounds and charge once more into battle. However, instead of slowing him down, these wounds had made him far more dangerous, as Dresden let out a murderous roar that shook the ground itself. His rage was indeed a fearsome thing, and the fact that a mere human would do so much damage to him was a humiliation he could not bear. All the rage from his previous humiliations, his defeats, the suppressed anger he had held against Rhyss, all of it came boiling to the surface in a boiling tornado of fury.
From Dresden's fingers extended long black claws, as the cracking of bone echoes through the clearing. His spine extends, bone ripping through skin that rapidly grows back to cover it. With a horrendous cracking and ripping, Dresden's already towering bulk increases as his eyes shine bright red, his teeth elongating to form the maw of a werewolf, although there were some differences. Dresden, with all his transformation, lacked the thick coat of fur of a Werewolf, instead carrying small tufts of fur on his back and otherwise being naked. Furthermore, his snout hadn't elongated to any large extent, instead remaining a mouth, forming a rather strange image, and yet terrifying from the sheer power of the muscles rippling under the thick hide.
Unleashing a howl of fury upwards, the werewolf that was once Dresden stares down the assassin that had dared come out of hiding, in it's arrogance, ready to rip it to tiny pieces with his claws. He leaps forward, his allied Alpha Pack running by his side into battle, howling in answer to their master's call. Ripping through the night as a tide of furious claws and teeth, fighting as if they were one, a force that had righteously made Dresden one of the most feared Oldbloods known to the world. Using this power, he had even bested Magnus, nearly ripping his sire to pieces.
Onikage looked up at the charge of the Hybrid Beast and his Alpha Pack. He grabbed a small metallic ball from his belt. A simple press of a button sent two of the small yet heavy metal balls flying sideways, where they embedded themselves into the ground, Onikage stood calmly as Dresden charged forward, and in that second which it took for Dresden to reach him, the Demon Shadow threw the last orb into the air, where it gleamed, Dresden himself revealing the trap. Onikage was done taking down the small fries, and the two Oldbloods had become his main targets.
As Dresden ran, his outstretched finger was sliced in half. Carried by the momentum of his own attack, Dresden's entire body was thrown forward with too much force to halt mid-run, right into the net of silicon blade-wire that had been prepared. The tiny, infinitely sharp threads of the net cut through flesh and bone, as Dresden briefly screeched out in pain, his entire body being separated into even-sized chunks, before both his lungs and his brain had been sliced to pieces, too much damage for any form of regeneration to bring it back. The Oldblood lay dead.
"One more name to add to my collection." The Demon Shadow looked up at Rhyss, as the orb that projected the net falls into his right hand. With a simple press of a button, the two other orbs come shootsing towards it, the net being reeled in like a fishing rod, forming once more the small, harmless-looked clump of metallic orbs. One target had been eliminated. One target remained.
Ural bared his teeth at the insolent vampire that had dared interrupt this conversation with petty phone calls. However, the poison was still in his system, and it had started making him dizzy. "If I die, rip this vampire to small pieces, and have them delivered to his palace." Ural made the statement with the authority of a pack leader, and several of the werewolves gathered immediately howled in agreement, setting hungry eyes on Magnus. They would waste no time if Magnus didn't use the antidote soon, and there wasn't enough poison in those claws to take down the entire Pack. "I will follow you, bloodsucker. if there is any threat to the pack, I will crush it with my bare hands. However, do not think to insult the pack again, or I will be using your bones as blades."
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