"We gotta go-" Oh, there are his words. He knew they were stuck in his throat somewhere, good that they've come out now instead of earlier when he needed to scream. Oh well. He hauls ass, ignoring any lingering flames or swiping shadows, shoving the next band to snap down across their path out of the way with a sharp motion of his hand and blast of magic.

"If you can clear a path, kid-" Before the rest got the memo and blocked them off entirely- that'd be great.