The shoving definitely started something. Most of those in the area were afraid of the sword, but the mace and the yelling led to more people yelling and shoving, but at least this fan club wasn't about to let themselves be daunted. They gave as good as they got. Geddoe just sighed and waded back into the fray, throwing fists and elbows when he couldn't get a clear space to swing his sword. Part of him itched to just zap the lot of them, but no, no, he had to be careful. Not until it was absolutely necessary.