"Acceptable," X says, darting into what constitutes the 'front' of said avenue.

There's a 'thank you' implicit in that.

This makes things simpler, if not exactly easy.

But those that get felled trying to get around the tripwire are very easy to put down permanently.

And that buys X a moment or two to push the rest back.

After a few more minute of back-and-forth, they seem to be in what X considers 'the position'.

"Now," she says, sharp and clear over the clanging noise of clockwork.

"Please."

And then she's diving backward, trying to quickly move out of range.