"There must be a more permanent way to deal with these." Zishu's mostly grousing to himself as he blocks one play to twist beneath it and stab the thing reaching for them, kicking it away. At least with Beiyuan herding people out, he can ignore the panic and just focus on the never-ending fights at hand.

They make their (slow, too slow) way to the large doors, no longer bottlenecked but still crowded with screaming, crying people as they run. Zishu keeps one hand wrapped loosely around Beiyuan's, wary of losing him as they're buffeted back and forth by the crowd.