It'll have to do, then. He does try to start off gently, at least, one step, then another, but after that he's pretty much pouncing toward the exit probably flashing his kitty junk to the remaining guests in the process. The demons are clambering to get out of his way like fish fry scurrying away from someone clambering into the river.

He does try to keep his back somewhat level as he breaks into a gallop of sorts, quickly navigating the club's front and lobby until he finally makes it outside. He doesn't stop there, though, instead just picking up the pace as he runs in the direction of the wastes, powerful limbs quickly adding to the distance between them and the club, clouds of hellish dust rolling behind them.