Tyler didn't know whose voice that was, but they sounded very authoitatve and right now that was good enough for him.  He immediately swerved toward the sound of the voice and began running in that direction. It probably saved his life, because right at that moment the bundle of tentacles that were on a coltion course to punch right through his chest found themselves ripping through the trunk of a large tree instead.

He heard the snaping crack behind him, and turned to look right as the tentacles ripped themselves from the trunk and the large old tree began to fall towards him. He ducked out of the path of the falling tree and doubled his efforts as the thing crashed to the ground beside him, a stray branch clipping his head as it went down. He stumbled, fell, rolled forward back to his feet in the same motion, and ran like a drunk the rest of the way with a bleeding gash in his head.

Despite that though, he made it. He made it to the people who sounded like they knew how to handle this. Maybe more wizards. He laughed to himself about this, promised himself that he was never ever coming back to New York, and collapsed on his face at their feet.