Heretic started to laugh at the three "Suit yourselves then" He starts to laughs some more, he then starts coughing, he doubles over like he's in pain, Grabbing his sides under his shirt, this sometimes happened when he didnt get enough blood for so long, Bachera grinned and motioned for them to advance on him, he groans once in pain and looks up with a look of pain, most of the bloody rage dying away from his eyes. When all three cultists are close enough he snarls and lets out a loud 'roar', the rage fleeting back into his eyes, he rips his arms away from his sides and reveals a pressure syringe in each hand ((They release materials when given enough force, just sayin so no one gets confused)) and throws them at both cultists on either side of him, getting them both in the gut, before launching himself at the remaining cultist, driving both his paws into the cultists belly, his extended claws from the ongoing rush of adrenaline, piercing into the exarch, he rips his paws away from one another and ribs the exarch's whole mid-body to pieces. He quickly disposes of both sides and looks behind him, seeing the two other exarch's as mice sized now, he smirks and looks at Bachera "Your turn..." He takes a deep breath and charges the large anthro-wolf.