At almost seven feet tall, and ranking among the top 200 wizards of his time (with the potential to become one of the two two, if he lived long enough), plus the power of the Winter Knight, Harry Dresden was the brute squad. Someone had taken not only his brother, but also his apprentice, and he was mad.
He'd been about ready to storm the gates all on his own, but he knew that blasting the front gates with ice and kinetic force and barging in was probably not the most tactically sound approach. He just wasn't sure how else to approach it. Yet. Good thing he'd remembered to consult with Bob before he went off half-cocked.