The injured person had indeed slowed Ignis down, enough that when the glass shattered nearby, it sliced through his shirt on the shoulder, leaving a cut behind. Luckily though, Hope rushes forward to lend them a hand and they quickly make way behind the corner.

"Thank you," Ignis gives Hope a nod of thanks then looks over at the guy.

"Can you take care of his wound?" Chemists... can make potions right? That's a very useful asterisk. Maybe he should've gone for something like that instead of two very aggressive ones.