Wolff watched through his tinted world as the man opposite him blocked the arrow with his arm, saving himself from death at the cost of his own limb.  Tough and smart, considering.  The muscles in his arm and possibly ligaments were torn enough to cause that arm to be useless.  It appeared limp as the man cocked his other arm back to throw what looked like a hail mary type of punch.  He was smart to not pull the arrow out as it would hasten his descent into the afterlife but the punch was surprising to say the least.

Even with the telltale cocking of his arm, the punch came fast, and Wolff's biggest saving grace was the fact that the guy's charred body had to have slowed him some.  Wolff put his arms up just in time to catch the fist against his forearms.  The blow had a lot of force behind it, enough to stumble Wolff to his right and cause him to drop the arrow he had in hand.  Instinctively, Wolff swung his backhanded left fist, still gripping the bow, and was quickly following it up with his right.  He anticipated that the man could duck the backhand, this was a flare move afterall not intended to do damage.  It was his right that was going to track his opponent's reaction that was going to do the real damage.