There wasn't much that could make him run anymore. Between the old injury that made it hard to simply stand some days and old age, he'd come to accept that he would never run again (for another year), but when he saw the crowd in front of the Ohm dormitory building, the students jumping from his room's window and being lowered to the ground by telekinesis, and the flames engulfing the third floor of the building, he dropped his cane and sprinted.
His artificial brown eyes darted back and forth, scanning the crowd, mentally dividing them into their teams and checking them off, but they wouldn't stop moving. His head began to spin.
After taking a few deep breaths, he gave a two-fingered whistle. "Get away from the building! Divide into your teams and figure out who's missing. When everyone is accounted for, sit down." The silver-haired man watched his students rush to obey for a few seconds, then turned toward the burning building, lowering himself onto the ground.
The last student was lowered to the ground, and a blond woman poked her head out the window and shook her head.
Inside, Glynda could feel heat on her face from the flames below. It wouldn't be long until the fire would spread to the fourth floor. She watched as Ozpin shot to his feet with a speed she hadn't seen in years. Somehow, even without seeing his face clearly, she knew his lips were moving in a silent, rapid prayer.
He straightened suddenly and looked up. In the air, level with the window, Cocoonian letters formed. Third desk drawer on the left.
She walked over to his desk and pulled the correct drawer open. Inside lay a Grav-Con Unit. A small smile slowly crossed her face. After grabbing it and one other thing, the blonde jumped through the window.
The crowd gasped and backed away, waiting for her to splatter against the ground. They surged forward again when she landed in a kneeling position, energy crackling around her body.
Glynda stood, a grin playing on her lips.
The silver-haired man maneuvered through the crowd. "Are you all right, Miss Goodwitch?"
"Yes, sir." They slipped all too easily back into their professionalism. He straightened his glasses and clothes, but she did nothing. There wasn't much she could do in her pajamas and without her glasses. That being said, the crowd backed a good five feet away when Goodwitch suddenly turned and stalked toward Spring O'Neal, Ransu Leblanc, and Dill Anethum. "What on Remnant possessed you to think that hiding a burning plate underneath your bed and leaving it there was a good idea?!"