The firework show was never supposed to be a cause for anybody’s panic, and yet, supernaturals all alike were being bombarded with what Oliver could only assume was wolfsbanes and vervain. Oliver had had enough alcohol to stun him for a little bit as he tried to slur through his own mind in order to cast some sort of spell, but the inebriated warlock was not prepared for this massive slaughter. “C’mon, we need to get you inside!” At the very least, he thought he could start healing supernaturals to a point where they weren’t suffering fully.
Samuel was further away from the initial blast, however he was one of the first to run in and attempt to pull someone else worse off from the clouds of vervain and wolfsbane. He managed to get a few people to the safety of others before he collapsed himself in the agony of the burns he was suffering from the wolfsbane. He wore a jacket and pants so most of his skin was protected however inhaling the toxin was causing him to become almost crippled by the fumes. Sam attempted to stand one more time and reached out to the voice of whoever told him to get inside, it was enough to get the man to rise to his feet though he stumbled some blinded by the sting of wolfsbane in his eyes. He reached out, searching for the voice that was guiding him to his feet, “What is happening?” was all he could manage to speak between coughs and winces of pain.
