"Thank you, Great Master," Kerwyn says and bows to the now-less-armed cultist. He goes to the others, waving his new toy and smiling like a child that got something really nice.
When he gets to the others, he whispers: "Craven, I'm going to pretend to stick the business end of this baby into you, so you pretend to die, okay? And when I call him over to sacrifice you in the honor of the Dark Lord, we gang on him and beat him senseless before has a chance to react. Neh?"