Locked in battle with no reinforcements

Seth grasped his gunblade, slicing off the hand of another brute, leaving only two remaining as his left arm hung without power, broken and his armour in tatters.

"Shit... you fuckers just keep coming."

Although he stopped them from attacking Muyue and most of these huge zombies from attacking the others, the front still suffered as he could feel and hear his beloved women's magic and evolution powers exploding below.

'What can I do? My arm won't move, and these big guys pack a punch.' He felt helpless as the seconds passed.

"There's just too many!"

A minute passed, and it felt like a lifetime, unable to think of how he could end this quickly, but then an idea struck him.

'Wait... if I'm fast enough...'

Seth took a deep breath as he psyched himself up.

"Tch, to hell with it."

Boom!