Fury fills him as he listens to the Protector talk, and before he can think about it, he lashes out and uh yanks that pipe out of his mouth. This nasty little man doesn't get to have a break before he tries to kill people! His brow furrows, his lip curling into a nasty snarl. But before he can say what he thinks of this fucking man, the Wizard starts moving down the street.

"What-- you--" he starts, his eyes widening as he looks between the Protector and that giant figure. Collection procedure is a pretty ominous phrase, especially after the man just promised to eradicate them if he felt like he had to, especially when Gyre knows how he is in the future. He opens his mouth to protest, only to see the hammer beginning to manifest.

A hammer means there's no more time to argue, and he drops the pipe onto the road, jerking suddenly out of the line of reporters, dashing down the street towards the strange Wizard.

"Stop!" he shouts, and since he doesn't expect them to listen to that, he leaps at them once he's close enough, trying to tackle them to the ground. He steels himself for the inevitable rush of cold, trying to wrap his arms around them so they at least can't swing even if he doesn't take them down.