Berethor saw where the fire was coming from, and he also saw several of his allies fall. Whether they were dead or not, he did not know, but it still made him angry. He saw them all fighting the militia men, but he could not. What could he do against their strange and powerful weapons? He eyes were drawn to his hand...still dripping the mist...it burned so hot he almost lost the feeling in that hand. He knew what he had to do...the only thing he could do...
If he could only distract them, his companions could take care of the rest...He stood up and strode into the hail of fire, his hand leaving a red trail behind him. He was being hit quite a lot, but his armor protected him well enough, and he only needed a little time. He raised his hand at the building and a massive cloud of mist burst forth and rushed into it. It covered each of the men inside, tearing at their minds and forcing horrifying images into their heads. He saw the truck and willed the mist to travel that way, and it attacked those men as well.
OOC: I hope this is ok @Raka.