Warpath took off at full speed towards the trucks and despite his size James could reach hundred mile an hour speeds although recently something odd happened and he could only hit fifty. That was all he needed to catch up to the back truck and climb on top of it. Him pummeling the roof freaked out the driver who called for help. Warpath lost his footing for a moment, at least that's what he made them think.
He planted the tracer on the inside of the trucks steel back bumper and climbed back up only to have a rocket knock him away, skidding to a halt outside the schools front gates in a ditch carved by his huge frame. He was alive. Hell it was Warpath, he'd sustained and stayed standing from repeated blows from the Juggernaut and then kicked the red giants ass. There were some who thought Warpath could survive anything.
He laid in the smoking crater somewhat incoherent and with his clothes reduced to a ratty pair of shorts like the Hulk. He'd hit his head against the brick wall near the gate and on the inside where the others were the sound of brick breaking and the sight of the wall cracking and partially collapsing outward at the top was not hard to notice. The collapsed section of wall landed on Warpath leaving his legs uncovered as well as being uncovered from the neck up.
The groaning was a good indication that Warpath was out where the wall broke and a really good indication that he was hurt.