Yrael is spattered with bits of guard from the explosion, but he doesn't mind. He's too busy closing his jaws upon the throat of another guard, until he feels his teeth meet in the middle. The sound of the man's neck snapping as Yrael jerks his head to the side is rather sickening.

Or would be, if there were anyone around who cared.

Yrael may be laughing as he lets the guard drop.