He can hear the man in pursuit, forcing his way through more than a few obstacles in the hope it'll slow the other down. Unfortunately it doesn't seem to have much effect. Though with the way the other had suddenly appeared before, he probably should've guessed it wouldn't be all that easy to get away. He skids to a halt when the other once again appears before him, grunting in pain when he's forced to the ground. Probably bruised something there.
He pushes against the other, wanting him up and off. He hardly notices the knife the other's holding, his fingers gripped tightly around his wrists. "Who are you?", he asks, out of breath, still vaguely disoriented from the sudden fall.