Baromir had been sitting on the fence, back and forth between Sgt En and Sarah about using the ''tzeentchling'' prisoners as a flaming shield to cover the ground for the assault. Then the news broke that the prisoners *WERE* the Guard! That he considered it... The world around Baromir slanted heavily to a forty five degree angle before he caught himself. An icy pit formed in his stomach that he was about loose upon the floor, but he held it in check barely.<br/><br/>Outrage filled him, that they had been decieved... AGAIN! He was short of breath at the consideration that the only real way to clean this system would be to burn it all and start over... but that would feed into the Slayer's designs... they were INSIDIOUS. A question hung in Baromir's mind, but he shoved it away, to deal with when they had time.<br/><br/>He walked to the Sergeant, bawling on the ground, and full on punted the bastard in the face, sending him sprawling on his back. Baromir immediately put a foot on the sergeant's chest, his stormbolter trained on the his face, and Baromir locked gazes with him, "YOU WRETCH! If you want redemption so damn bad, take yourself and those... things... you call Guard and MAN UP. Your only chance to put a finger in the eyes of Chaos is to FIGHT THEM. Everything in my being tells me to execute you now, on principle, but we need you, however brief it may be, and it SICKENS me. If you want your daughter to remember you well... GET UP! GET TO THAT DOOR! AND CHARGE!"<br/><br/>Dammit Thrax, you beat me! :P