Pain exploded in his shoulder as he landed hard on it--the fall wasn't a long one but damn. There was no time to focus on that. He had to ignore the pain and concentrate on getting away. He was vaguely aware that he was losing a lot of blood, and trying to run (subsequently raising his heart rate) would only make him lose it faster, but he had no choice. It was get away, or die right here. And he'd just made it out...he couldn't possibly die now.

There was no way he'd make it to his apartment, and even if he could, like hell was he going to lead Black Shadow right to where he lived. The woods. Those were much closer, provided more cover, and he could get the Flyer into one of the clearings no problem...and then he could treat himself. And if worse came to worse, there was always the gunship.

The instant he hit the ground he was bringing himself back to his feet, albeit shakily, clutching his side and pushing himself into a run. The adrenaline from the fight dulled the pain but...well, he'd see how far he could make it.