Kurt hadn't gone much on the fight. He already knew too well that explosives and their applications were many and varied, but he never expected them to be so effective against the Brotherhood. He'd make a note of thanking the sapper for the indirect method of passing on the skills shown today. Though there was still the issue of the traders and their caravan...

As imposing as he had any right, as a mute in a gas mask wearing a trench coat, he kept a good field of fire and dependable cover nearby. Though the civilians seemed peaceful enough, so much so as to cower in fear. Had he the ability to laugh he would've done, in Texas the caravan runner was just as likely to surrender as he was to pull a shotgun from some concealed section of the caravan. Kurt wasn't buying the peaceful act fully, not yet.

Looking over at his comrades, he made a hand gesture to them to see if it was worth taking anything from the...remnants, of the knights. He also made a gesture to ask if it was actually safe down there, since he wouldn't be getting [i]too[/i] close.