Tom moves too quickly for Felicity's first blow to hit; he shoves Jet's corpse at his husband as a human hurdle and twists out of Felicity's way. The blade slips from Jet's eye, wetted on blood and brain and god only knows what else, sending a splattering wick across the wall. He throws a slash at Felicity's face, unaware if it hits, more concerned at the moment with putting a little distance between him and at least one of his enraged foes.

He gets a foot of space, and that's enough for him. He turns and he runs.