The shockwave of the explosion knocked Tobias back hard, causing him to come crashing down the stairs until he landed in a crumpled heap at the bottom of the stairs, a good few layers of skin burned off his face, and his hair messy and smoking. Still, in his mind, he know the situation was too urgent for any time of recovery. Getting back to his feet took a herculean toll on every single one of his aching and bruised muscles He managed it, though, and began limping as fast as he could towards the assassin. There was no longer any cover, but they were both on ground level. He could still win.