O'Toole heard Bane's remark and frowned, taking aim with her own silenced pistol.  "We're certainly popular tonight," she said in reply.  She took aim and downed a cultist with a bullet to his brain.  "I just hope the whole damn war ain't like this."<br/><br/>Collins sighted one of the cultists attacking Jania and sent him into a morphine-induced coma.  "That one's lunch," he muttered.  He turned to find another and instead found a long arrow sailing in his direction.  An instant later and he would have caught it in the eye.  Instead, the jerk of his head caused it to deflect off his skull and into the wall, scarring him along his temple.  He fell back to get a bandage from the medic.<br/><br/>The cult leader took a hit in the arm, just shy of his buckler.  He didn't see nor hear where the shot had come from and cursed aloud.  "Evil sides with them!" he cried.  "They conjure wounds from nothing!"  He saw his minions get shredded by Jania, Baz, and the humans, and tried to steel himself for a renewed offense.<br/><br/>Just then, a great dragon-like being snagged one of his close followers and sailed high into the sky, devouring him in a series of powerful gulps.  The cult leader was frightened now.  He was very, very frightened.  But he must destroy the living ones before him or his god would devour his soul in the afterlife.  This turned his fear to a martyr's zeal.<br/><br/>He unleased his own weapon, a long metal chain studded with blades and spikes.  He swirled the chain above his head and let it fly at the berserking bear-taur.<br/><br/>Two human cultists spotted the little rat tearing into their fellows with his Claymore and took him on, brandishing their bucklers and blades.  When one of them swung, however, he was decimated by a blast from Halvorson's shotgun.  The other kept his buckler between him and the door and stabbed out at Baz, the twisted red blade aimed for his head.