Baron scowled as his attempt to take the brunt of the aggression was promptly ignored. As if even these shadows didn’t recognize him as something worthy of much notice. Rage set in, as he reaffirmed his stance, brushing off the scorched section of his armor and doing his best to ignore the searing pain underneath.

Then the pain was gone mere moments after it had come, as the wave of healing light washed over the group courtesy of Signora. [color=00C40A]“Thanks!”[/color] Baron said quickly, as he shifted towards one of Cerberus’ sides as best he could in the narrow space, to avoid catching the others in his line of fire.

Finally, deciding his abilities weren’t the best call at the moment as they had already been strengthened, and only faced one foe. For a moment, Baron couldn't help but think of himself as superfluous, just another body to throw at the problem. After a fraction of a second to catch his breath, Baron opted for the most reliable of his options; his belt-fed machine gun. With a bit more panache than it warranted, he dove towards one side of the engine car so as to not catch the others in his line of fire, before bringing his weapon to bear against the beast before them.

[h2][b]Attack[/b][/h2]

Baron simply held down the trigger as he attempted to stitch a line of fire across the creature’s side, hoping to draw more of the thing’s ire. Still, one particular power of his was in the back of his mind, though he’d rather avoid using it unless the fight started to appear dire. Still, Thespian had raised a point. It was better if they knew what each other were planning, or capable of.