His leg hits the barbed wire someone laced in the dark hallway. He cries out, pain carving into his leg. He tries to pull free, but it sticks, cutting grooves into his flesh and trying to hold on. Desperately he grabs the old fire extinguisher and smashes the cultist who seeks to bring down the sickle at his throat. He gets a lucky hit, and knocks his foe down. Then he keeps bashing. There's a snap of neck, and Jonas stops, breathing hard.