Darius ducked his way into the second floor, his arm heavily bandaged, and took in the scene.  Pulling out his Bolt pistol and drawing a careful bead on the woman his men had secured, he glanced at Baromir's injuries in concern.<br/><br/>"Report!"  He barked at the closest member of his squad.<br/><br/>"Sir!"  The nearest Storm Trooper garbed armsman turned to Darius with a quick salute while the rest of the squad (and Darius) kept their focus on her.  "This Chaos filth attempted to murder Seneschal Baromir, sir, but the Seneschal managed to fight her off.  Sir."<br/><br/>Darius nodded thoughtfully, buying himself some time to think.  "Very well.  You, head to the Heavy Bolter turret and man it, or get the regular gunner back in place and report back to me.  Go."  As his man hurried off, Darius maintained a steady one handed aim at the woman, switching the gun over smoothly to his left hand while keeping his aim.  Holding the injured arm away from his body and holding a pistol didn't seem to cause him any significant increase in his pain level, and he needed his right arm free.<br/><br/>Reaching forward to grasp the assassin firmly by the collar with his meaty right fist, he secured his grip and hefted the woman at arms length as she floated in the anti-gravity field, careful to keep most of his own mass outside of it.  "Get some restraints."  He tersely told a second man, who quickly moved to obey.  Keeping the woman immobile with one arm, and his bolt pistol pointed at the center of her mass with the other, Darius directed a nod to Baromir, but without taking his eyes off his captive.  "Permision to deal with the prisioner, sir?"