"FRAG IN!!" Baromir suited his words by diving over the table with the others and pulling it on its side as he fell. The explosion mostly shielded by the dense wood. Rolling to his feet, he moved to another table, tipping it over with his shoulder as he drew his matte black inferno pistol from its holster. "Who'd you screw over<em>this time</em>, Cortez?!<br/><br/>((Surprise Round, dive for cover.<br/>Normal Round, Move 1/2 action, Ready inferno pistol 1/2 action, hiding completely behind table))