The eccentric gentleman had armed himself so quickly that Tobias was suddenly very glad that wasn't a gun, or he'd be dead. Though he dived out of the way, the arrow grazed his ear enough to draw blood. He didn't have to to think about this as he had to get to his feet before that bastard readied another arrow. Besides, by moving at the speed he had, he'd given himself away as either a box or a good fighter, either one marking him as the target. It was not literally a question of life and death to get as close to this guy as possible.

He rolled towards the assassin, landing on his feet and hoisting himself up in an impressive display of leg strength, before running full pelt at the fire escape that housed Mr. Wolff. Even if he couldn't reach the man, he could at least reach the stairs, and receive some primitive kind of cover.