Johnathan smiled, as the fog rolled out. It was a thick one, blocking sight even for a vampire, and the younger vampires burned like crisps. However, then Magnus entered, searching for one of the smoke machines, no doubt. However, this was the divine fog. Johnathan could take down entire clans, and this was his trick. He moved through the smoke, never losing his footing. He oriented through sound. Smell and sight, the main senses used by vampires, were useless, with the Holy Vapour of the Purge filling their nostrils, and those that tried to use it would burn from the inside as well as the outside. However, Johnathan still knew the ancient vampire, whom he ahd fought with often in his lifespan. Magnus should not have been so foolish as to face him with numbers. Numbers were nothing to the Purge.
Johnathan swung the Christian Blade, but Magnus was no Youngblood, and deflected the attack. They faced one another, each no more than a black shimmer in the fog to the other. Johnathan smiled, as he went into a number of swings, each more vicious than the last. He would kill this vampire, this would be the time. "We meet again, Magnus! This time, surely, the Lord will take your soul!"