He had just long enough to grope at the arrow sticking out of his back, gripping the steel and giving a small tug. No no no. Not the way to go. It would have to stay.
No sooner had he made this discussion then more agents discovered his position. Remy swore, throwing a selection of cards and then using his staff to vault over those blocking the door. He just needed to find a door to the outside, even a window would suffice, and then he was home free. Or if he could get away from them for more then five seconds he could use the tesseract, but he didn't want to risk any of the agents following him through.
He hit one man round the face with his staff, and hit a second with his fist, eyes narrowed, and with a frustrated growl he lay his hand on the wall, letting the charge slowly spread, and a good number of the agents had the sense to run.