The press of bodies isn't as inconvenient as all that, when Seoraj realizes where they are in relation to the rest of the room - the braziers are evenly spaced around the tower room, and he separates from Bruce (trusting his open back to him-- there is no question, no hesitation to do so) to lunge towards the nearest, snagging the base of the wrought iron with his foot and dragging it around, kicking it sideways and dancing backwards as hot, burning oil spreads the fire from its confines onto hair, fabric, skin, and when the screaming starts--

The way out is 'away', easy enough to navigate when chaos clears the rest of their path for them, and he isn't above fierce satisfaction.