"Well, that was... something" With all the action over with, Baromir stood up and flecked away the bone and room fragments from his jacket. Checking under his armor, he noticed no cuts, but softball sized bruises were forming from where he was hit by frag or slug or bone. As the others manhandled the remaining cultist, Baromir replaced the spent cartridge from his inferno pistol. The old cartridge was still glowing on its connection nodes and seating band from the massive energy transfer required of it.<br/><br/>"I'll tag along with Thrax, unless you need me for something else, Captain."