With a single steel pipe, and an arm as fragile looking as a girl's arm could be, four blue zombies were been kept at bay. Each time one of them approached, trying to lunge at the target, a steel pipe hit their faces. It all happened fast, and continuously. It happened from all angles, but it made no difference. It was like a hurricane amidst an angry river; so many blue zombies ran past her that it looked like continuous water streaming. Some of the creatures try to stand their ground against V. They jumped and lunged, but it was all futile. Her strikes were so systematic and precise, that she looked like a robot.
Sweat trickled down her forehead. Her teeth were clenched and her grip was firm on the metal piece. The pipe switched hands all the time so deftly it looked like a circus performer. Sometimes she would even hit creatures with her elbow, fist, legs, head--anything available. Her hands were red and violet, and it was unclear if the blood smeared on her was her own, or the constant waves of attackers'.
She started breathing heavily. If she could have, she would have stopped and rested, but that would mean death right now. Finally, after breaking several bones repeatedly, the pipe gave out. Half of the pipe remained lodged in one of the creature's bashed skull, but she didn't relent. Using the remaining short half she still fought, but now she stopped advancing forward. She started using her hands more, and while she could cause some damage, it was mostly non-lethal, merely delaying the creatures.
It had been an impressive sight to see, but the show was drawing to an end. Back against the wall, she kept them from tearing her apart. A strong blow made sent her remaining weapon flying in the air, just before the creature responsible got his neck snapped.
The view inside her head, the blue and black outlines that made her precise world, started to blink and blur, like a malfunctioning monitor about to shut down. With her last remaining ounce of strength, she jumped gracefully into the air, and used the head of one of her foes to jump forward, in the direction the flow of zombies was going. She repeated this process, and for a while, she seemed to be making incredible progress -- a flamingo using its long legs to wade through obstacles in the water so naturally, it looked like anyone could do it. But she was at her limit. She slipped, and her world started to fade. Then it all came to view once more, when an intense hit in the back sent her flying further with the current. She slammed against the wall hard, and fell to the ground.
Heavy steps filled the hallway, heavier than those of the blue zombies. A four-legged creature. Number III opened a path mounting on a Rhino that had a ghastly blue aura. She got to V before the creatures managed to tear her apart. She concentrated for a moment, and the same ghastly blue aura enveloped her body. The aura however left her, and a gorilla took shape. The gorilla easily set V atop the rhino with Number III, and they all fell back toward the rest of the party who was already dealing with their share as well, but at least managed to hold out.
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