Imagine a man leaping from an exploding room, the force of the blast propelling him up and away even as the flames singe his backside. Arms flailing, a wide-eyed look and a slow-motion 'Oh, shi-' frozen on his lips in this frame.
Certainly, that's how Argent imagines what happens, and how he'll tell the story to his great-great-grand-Childe one day, an opportunity he is afforded by getting out of the room ahead of the grenades going off.
The real scene would turn even the Daeva's stomach, if he was dumb enough to stay and watch. Twenty human beings are literally shredded apart by shrapnel and concussive force at point blank range in a fraction of a second. Their blood and entrails paint the walls, the floor, the ceiling of the armory, and, along with their mangled, mis-matched corpses, remind this observer of Picasso's little known Macabre period.
At least, Horizon doesn't hire family men.
As Argent speeds back the way he came, he sees a herd of ten scientists running towards the main exit, and beyond them, Jayant and Madison, approaching the scientists from the other direction. They stop when they see Madison's katana and try to turn back the other way, then see Argent, and freeze, totally unsure of what to do next.
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hopefully, West doesn't mind the small liberty taken with Argent there 
