There is no need to overthink this; the play is obvious. The second my reflection in the shattered mirror vanished, I slipped right through the enemy mob—who were staring around confused like a flock of lost ducklings—and escaped straight through the door.
Even though curses, punches, and kicks are landing on me, I didn't look back for a single second; I took a sharp left and started sprinting straight down the stairs at this end of the corridor. I tuned out the screams raining down from above, dodged the curses rising straight up from below, and the second the ten-second mark hit, I found myself back in the courtyard.
We entered the building specifically to pull the mob inside. We split into three to divide their numbers, and I have to confess, with the tactical advantage of the two labs, I managed to score a significantly higher kill count than I ever expected, but this is my domain. The massive courtyard of vintage public schools is where I can brawl with freedom.
