Wally had been expecting some sort of attack from the cat - leaving a fight was never that easy in this place - but there was a difference between that and suddenly seeing a mutant, zombie cat leaping straight for him. And with how his speed was now, there was a whole world of difference between seeing the cat coming at him and actually being able to react fast enough to do anything significant.

He managed half a step to the side before he suddenly found the other guy's hand grabbing for his sleeve. Apparently he hadn't run for it when he'd had the chance, which made things a little more complicated. Mostly 'cause the well-meaning attempt to pull him back while he was already trying to move sideways nearly resulted in him falling on his face. It had done the job well enough though; one of the cat's paws skimmed his arm, tearing his sleeve and scratching a neat line down his bicep, but otherwise he was fine.

"Ow! Someone tell Landel to get his cats declawed," Wally yelped, attempting to fling the thing away before it had the chance to do any more damage. "That can't be good for the sofas."

Not missing a beat, he shot a quick look at his rescue-ee. "Listen, I'm serious, you get moving and I'll be right behind you. Otherwise I'll have to drag you out or something."