((Woah, thousands? Holy shit, I thought we were in a small mountain range somewhere in Nevada! How did Magnus get a thousands vampires? Did he just pull all of them out of his ass or something?))
Johnathan stared out into the distance. He could smell a vampire for miles away. They were his prey, and he had hunted them across the globe. His name was one he had been given for his armor, and while wearing it he had never been defeated. Entire clans had fallen before his blade, and as his machines whirred to life, he smiled. There was a west wind coming. He said a prayer, as he always did before a battle. Many would die this night. Quite probably, the more powerful vampires would slaughter many of the SOLDIERS, there was nothing he could do about that. However, he would ensure none of them would lose their humanity.