At sight of the explosion he tilted the anchor away from him as he flopped to the ground to avoid getting hit by debris from the explosion. Once again he had exerted himself, like his previous effort he managed to get what he desired. No doubt, that being exhausted was some sort of "power at a price" type deal but it was to literal and inconveniencing to him. Controlling his breathing again he worked on waiting and not getting hit until he could move again. It was during this time he started thing about using the enemies own weapons, disregarding their bad state, as a substitute to use in fights since the flow of a fight wouldn't be forgiving to a weapon that left you out of breath after a strong blow. 

He watched at the others do their actions, such as the wounder redhead collapse part of of ceiling of the corridor. That enemy with the firearm was poising quite a threat.  He heard someone yell to go after the gun which he did. But first he went to the pile of rubble and found a blade stick out. He grabbed the handle and it managed to come out. Although it wasn't in great condition it was also going to be more easier to wield than the anchor which will be useful given there's a guy with gun. He also picked a nice sized chunk of rubble and lobbed it at gun man's head as he rushed in to stab the enemy.