The explosive blast was mitigated somewhat by the fact that Valter was able to use his instincts to reflexively jump for cover onto the ground. He wasn't dazed quite as much as the others due to that, and his armor's protective properties helped. [color=39b54a]"FIND THE HOSTILES, AND ELIMINATE THEM! NOW! GUARDS UP!"[/color] shouted Valter as things started to go to shit. He didn't think it would go this bad so quickly. He had thought this to be a quick, and easy mission so far only to get that thrown out the window. This was no worse than what he had seen, and done, in Nal Hutta when rival hutts had issues with each other they tended to get nasty. His helmet shielded him from gross smells, and the fumes around the air. Filtration systems were very nice indeed. People thought he wore this armor just because he was a Mandalorian...still he couldn't help but wonder if the weaker willed individuals around him weren't faring as well keeping his eyes peeled in the nearby area he prepared for a possible retaliation. [color=39b54a]"Keep focused we don't know if there's anyone else around here! Just because the werehouse is done for doesn't mean we're out of the loop yet."[/color] Valter said very firmly as he kept his guard, and mind up not intending to get shot like an idiot. Even if he did a blaster bolt wouldn't get through his armor easily.