Ba'al looked on with some satisfaction as his shots hit with impeccable aim, provided by the physical superiority of the Goa'uld, and while the bugs did absorb the electricity given off by his Zat'nik'tel, it seemed his assessment was right, the bugs swelling up under the surge of energy they had absorbed before exploding, the voltage and amount too much for them to handle. Always good to see he was right. Of course, the ones that survived were incredibly strong, but hey, a small price to pay. And it was helped by the bottle of noxious...acid, or something that exploded nearby, landing on more of the bugs, that had been thrown by the mole...thing

That done, he was able to turn his attention to the dragon and the fight ongoing there. Another fighter had shown up, a human at last, and was shooting the dragon with an actual gun, a comfort to Ba'al to see something relatively normal here. She even seemed to be doing some damage, if he didn't miss his guess.

Of course, said damage seemed to have pissed the thing off further, and it went into a stampeding rage, smashing the ground with powerful limbs as lightning arced everywhere. Ba'al dodged as he had to, but otherwise watched his vampiric companion as he released the ball of black energy in his hand at the thing, apparently chanting in the process, though not in any words he could understand, which was slightly unusual. He watched on curiously to see what would happen. This might be interesting.