((Cmon guys! Stuff! I'm posting as Onikage on the hunt for Rhyss and Dresden, due to the fact that Ghost doesn't feel like doing anything.))
Onikage had quickly located the scouting party that Magnus had sent out to take down the Rebel Camp on Hoth. He would need to set the stage for this battle, as one does not face vampires out in the open. Even using camouflage, it would only be a matter of time before one of them found him, and he didn't trust himself to take on 2 Oldbloods in melee combat, not without the terrain advantage. He needed a better location, and he needed to prepare for his opponent. Even if he could take out one of the Oldbloods from a distance, the rest would swarm him if he wasn't careful. Luckily, his knowledge of the area confirmed that there was an abandoned church up ahead of where the vampires were heading where he'd be able to set up.
It had been easy to outpace the vampires, who needed to check the trail constantly. They were searching for a camp, unsure of where they would find it, and thus moved slowly, whereas Onikage could jog towards his location, confident in his camouflage. As such, he found the church in a bad state of disrepair, although not unusable. He would set up a number of drones in the air above, to warn him of any maneauvers around the church, and he himself would snipe at the vampires from atop the belltower, He of course had set up preparations for when the vampires stormed the location, and he was confident that quite soon he would have dealt with the two targets. Just as he had taken up his position, a scout drone caught sight of the vampires, and he smiled, as he simply aimed in their direction.
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Dresden is in the front of the group, leading the hunt. Unlike many of the other vampires, he was completely at home in the mountain ranges they were searching. The nearly freezing rock under his bare feet and the cold night air on his bare skin was beautifully refreshing. The wilds were his hunting ground, and he had spent most of his immortal life in the various natural landscapes of the world. The air in cities wasn't nearly so fresh, and one could not see the stars. These were the moments he lived for, patiently searching for the scent of a human among the dirt and rock. A game of patience, and then a massacre, just the way he liked it. He hoped the humans would at least put up a fight before he ripped them to pieces.