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(Well, I'm staying out of the flame war, if it comes to pass. I'm the Switzerland of this situation.)

Baryos tore out of the Briefing Room, pulling Once Bitten off its maglocks. As a trio of Cultists approached, he took cover behind an aesthetically placed crate.

"Lucky these things are everywhere, " he whispered to himself. As the footsteps of the enemy grew louder, the Warlock grinned slightly.

"Ass whuppin time."

Baryos whipped out of cover, blasting two of the cultists in the face, then rushed at the third, kicking him square in the chest. The Cultist's head slammed on the corridor wall, likely cracking his skull,  hemmhoraging the brain. Baryos shuddered- too analytical!

Different gases floated in the air, mustard gas stained the floor. The helmet filtered it all.