"He's coming —" There's relief in his voice, and worry, but being on the move and headed towards somewhere less violent is preferable to him still being in the thick of it. It is killing him that he can't go out there and throw a wall around Hassan that makes everyone who touches it burst from the inside out.

This is bringing out some really disturbing tendencies in himself.

Wolfgang hasn't heard any gunshots near them in a while, which means either the armed Militia agents are moving on, heading in other directions to chase down rioters, or they've switched to other weapons. Bullets are not an inexhaustible resource even for the Militia.

He has to laugh darkly, but stops and winces when it pulls on the wound and ow. "It's uh... it's fine. I'll be fine. Are — are you sure, you don't look so good."

Nobody looks great right now and it's only been a couple hours, with no sign yet of letting up. This could go on for days.