The brief moment of pride SilverWolf experienced when his Tomahawk hit the target was quickly replaced with concern. As the enemy's reinforcements arrived, SilverWolf knew exactly what was about to happen. In an instant he bolted laterally towards an alcove at one of the storefronts, which was fortunately bordered by concrete pillars. Bullets came flying through the corridor, threatening to tear him apart at any moment. Even with his foresight and exceptional speed, it was difficult navigating his way to safety; he was constantly readjusting his path, dodging, swerving, and rolling which only served to lengthen the amount of time he would be exposed to the danger. The last few feet were the most difficult, as the henchmen seemed to finally lead their target properly. With a glimpse into his future, SilverWolf knew there were no good options left. He dove for cover, as he foresaw, twisting his body through the air in hopes of sustaining minimal damage. He caught a single round through his left bicep, just below the shoulder, and another deflected off the hardened piece of his chest armor. He hit the ground with a thud, sliding into the protective corner of the alcove. 

Holding his wound tightly with his right hand, SilverWolf called out to the team members he could see not too far away. "Could use a little support over here!" As soon as the words left his mouth he actually smiled. He had taught others on the benefits of team support and mixed tactics many times, but he had always assumed that he would do just fine on his own. He was glad that he had others with him in this moment, and hoped they would all be as reliable as they looked. While he waited, he produced some white willow bark from the pouch on his waist and began to chew it. As he chewed calmly, he took a studied look at his arm and was glad to find the bullet had gone completely through, leaving a far less complicated wound to deal with. From a separate compartment of the same pouch, SilverWolf retrieved some Arnica herb and ground it vigorously between his thumb and forefinger before applying it topically to the wound. This slowed the bleeding and drastically reduced the pain. Finally he grabbed a leather band and tied it around the wound, pulling hard with his right hand and teeth to cinch it as tight as he could. Once his work was completed, which only took a few seconds with how practiced he was, he scanned his surroundings again quickly to see how his teammates were doing.