He heat from the small explosive was intense at this distance and Wolff's face scrunched in the wake of the detonation.  It was one of those moments that made Wolff happy he didn't have facial hair as it would likely have been singed unevenly across his face.  His eyes were shielded from the heat by his shades which remained steadily in place.  A figure had fallen like a sack of potatoes to the asphalt at the bottom of the stairs.  Upon further inspection The Accountant could see that it was he charred flesh of the man who was attacking him.  The burns he had suffered would wreak havoc on his body.  That kind of pain is near intolerable even with appropriate medications, let alone without.  

The man pulled himself up slowly and began to stagger his way toward Wolff, who found a quiet admiration in the inability to give up.  
"Respect."  He thought, knowing that as soon as the man's adrenaline stopped coursing through his body he would begin to feel more of the pain and likely go into shock.  

"Sorry bud, When your name is on the list..."  Wolff stated coldly as he notched another arrow, "There can be no other outcome."

Wollf let this arrow go, aimed at the heart.