No, he needed more advantageous ground, and he needed to outrun these bastards long enough to even think about standing and fighting. So, in order to achieve this, rampant destruction of private property was required. The changeling blood helped revitalise him, and he was now good to run all day if he had to. Pity its gifts were useless in terms of an actual fight or, you know, helping him run all the faster. Still, it brought his senses into extreme focus, and he could now feel the black-armoured guard that was heading up the pack behind him.