The spread of arrows clattered close around Tobias, making him flinch and take cover for a valuable second he couldn't afford to lose. Cursing, he started to run up the stairs, shrugging his jacket loose as he did so before pulling the neck of the jacket over his head. The thick leather would be enough to slow an arrow and might save his life. The closer he got to Wolff, the less stairs there were between them, and therefore less cover. That's when things would get ugly, but Tobias had to get within striking distance to his assailant or he was dead anyway.