The woman who was nothing more than dust in his time was screaming. Eobard had no quarry with Nora Allen, but if history was any indication, she would die at his hands tonight. He didn't care either way, but he knew how this was meant to end. He would have to see if he could change all that.
He lunged for the young Barry, hoping to make quick work of the child and speed away before the older version of Barry could stop him. With any luck, he could do the deed and then hop back into the speed force and get back to his time, changed as it might be. He was prepared for the chances that might come to himself as well. Looking forward to them, even. He just had to get out of this successfully.