Xander ran until he was sure he wasn't being followed then he stopped and slumped against a wall. So he was actively being hunted now, fantastic. He could practically feel his life span getting shorter. He stopped cradling his arm, it was limp. It wasn't broken that was for certain, so he concluded that he was hit with a shock baton. "Well... That's gonna feel just amazing in a short while..." He stumbled off to find a nice, hopefully warm place to hide out for the night. Anywhere quiet would do.