"Save it," he shot back, the 'S' sound harder to pronounce than he had ever thought possible through long, pointed teeth. His face reverted back to the human mask version of Gunn. "No one is going to look like a bad ass if we take this out to the sidewalk." The spell only went so far. Like with all magicks, there was a limit on how much it could be tolled before it stopped working, and in this case, distance was key.
In the case of whatever it might have been that patched up her hand, he'd never been the group's resident Merlin. There were other ways to find out, though. Began with a W and ended in olfram and Hart.
A roar tore itself from his throat that sounded like it was more fitting of a large, wild jungle cat as he leapt up the remaining stairs and onto the top landing. Then he took off down the hallway before anyone came to see what had caused the brilliant flash of light, jumping through the window and out onto the cement as his path came to a dead end. At least he could take out his frustrations on inanimate objects.