Barracker was thinking about the loss of his sword as Zigmund water blasted him away. It was a symbol of his last act as a pure human, when he stayed back so his squad could retreat. He had fought all those orcs and their captain all by himself, saving his men from being cut down from behind. That's when Viktor Battousai showed up and changed his life forever. He kept the orc captains claymore to commemorate the only good part of that battle they had lost on the plains. That was his sacrifice to save others.
The vampire managed to land on his feet, the stoneskin absorbing some of the damage, but the impact sent him skidding yards away. Once he recovered from the pain and the damage, he looked and saw that Fenna was now in trouble. Instantly he reacted, flinging the tower shield with all his might, aimed to break the water spikes that were piercing Fenna’s shoulder. But the spikes disappeared before the shield made contact, the shield flying harmlessly through thin air, and right off ‘Temple Hill’. Now he had lost both shield and sword. If I’m not dead I can still be an effective soldier.
He sprinted in between Zigmund and Fenna, ready to throw down with his fists against the force of power. But then suddenly, "Bastard! Motherfucker! Die fucking ogre!" James drew the attention of Zigmund and ended up doing something to Zigmund which left him in a vulnerable state and the aladdin could not explain what was going on, his reaction was strange. After that came an attack from the man with no name. Then Zell and MacKensie flew into the picture and then it was suddenly all over. Zigmund was dead and the battle ceased.
Baphomet? Barracker’s ears pricked up, did he hear that right? Everything happened so fast he was stunned. It wasn’t in his head, it wasn't a figment of my imagination? A name that should not be taken lightly, no way would one of 'The Princes of the Oblivion Plane' just pop into his head. How did Zell even know what he just said? Barracker should’ve been celebrating over a hard fought victory or helping the wounded, but he couldn’t shrug off what he just heard. The Paladin continued to stand there, staring over at Zell, the man he called friend, who was so unserious and charismatic but also brave and strong. He suddenly looked a little different. He could not help but think he needed to speak to him and address this.
He was broken from his daze after the appearance from the dwarf and then MacKensie called them all to action, regrouping at the shelter in the ruins of the temple entrance. Barracker turned towards Fenna and helped her up trying to not damage her shoulder further. “On your feet, soldier,” he said warmly. Then looked at Sil wherever she was, and told the falcon. “She is going to be fine.” Then as they walked a pace manageable for Fenna, Barracker mentioned to his comrade in arms. “You caused Zigmund quite a bit of trouble with that spear of yours.”
At the shelter, Barracker tried to help the others with what healing supplies James had in his bag. Their leader was taking care of his own wounds and seemed to be in his own world, so Barracker joined to assist in aiding the others. He overheard MacKensie asking the newcomer who he now knew to be called Clive. Then he remembered from Zell’s telling of Second Chance’s story that they had a friend called Clive who they believed to be dead. Interesting development, he thought as he paid attention.