After dealing with mimics, there's almost no contest. Close-range combat is their only option and the only time they pose a real threat, their movements are comparatively slow and predictable as hell. This feels less like real combat and more like an unnecessarily messy training exercise as Rita methodically slices her way through the horde, no longer bothering with guns or grenades because she doesn't need to. The sword is enough.

It helps that she has back-up. Asadi does some more weird science with her arm, causing two of them to crumple like a pair of beer cans, then lapses into neatly executed headshots and a hell of a lot of punching. Shit, imagine what she could do if she had a suit.

Most of the zombies have been downed, but there's one more straggler approaching. Rita charges forward and cuts it down, planting a boot in its face as she skids down the pavement, leaving a wet smear behind her.

Okay. That was fun.

She walks back to Asadi, breathing heavily but in better spirits than she was before. "Okay?" she asks, looking her over for obvious wounds.