As Brogan finished coating most peoples weapons with poison, he followed after the bard. While he didn't have a weapon himself, he decided that he'd hang out behind someone, until he finds a weapon. Brogan glanced around the fight. The orc was fighting that one dremora and, by what it seemed, was having a great time. Most of the cultists were occupied with their own fights. Most of them. Two of them were heading in the direction of Brogan and the Bard. Brogan started counting everything in his head and decided that somebody either has died already, or the orc that was fighting a dremora was still not done with it. He looked at the Bard, who has just finished off the agent, which was lying down on the ground. "Works good enough, right?" Brogan asked as he was rushing towards the mace lying on the ground, but it suddenly disappeared. Confused as to what had just happened, he ran behind the Bard and stood there, looking at two agents, closing in to them and without a weapon, he had no choice, but to stand and observe.