[Quiet Man Cometh]

Taking the impromptu staff in both hands, he lets momentum slide the shaft outwards until he is holding one end and swings it towards the door guard.

The impact staggers the man, and Syrgei swings the other end of his new weapon overhand and onto the guard's right shoulder. The guard collapses onto the floor, his savage snarl cuts off with a sudden grunt, then silences completely as Syrgei drives the bent ends of the -former- candle holder at the base of the downed man's neck.

Syrgei pants slightly, “mists, that was quite a distraction."

Wincing slightly, he runs a hand over his side, where he notices his coat is ragged in a few places, some wet with red streaks coming off on his palm.

“I think you shot me.”