But yeah, aside from giving Bogdan the heads-up for the use of some explosive rubber cement, I did quickly tell Tatiana to leave a hollowed one mostly intact. Because even if the rest of its brethren plopped down when we put down the puppetmaster, it'd be more apparent to us if we succeeded or if there was more than one of them in the area.
In any case, my next target was a chewed-up bodybuilder wearing a muscle tee and I greatly appreciated how it offered easy access to its shoulder—even if I could cut through them just as easily—but with only two flowing slashes with my katana, I managed to put it down.
I did it by lopping off its left arm from above before flourishing my blade hand and entering its right armpit, cutting straight to its left trapezoid muscle by forcing the stretchy fabric to stretch as far as it could before it completely ripped off along with its wearer's right arm and head.
If it was any other day, I would've done it with three slashes, but I had to horizontally bisect my next target—which was a gym thot—with an exposed midriff, intestines and whatever the fuck its breakfast was dangling from it.
And again, this chop was an unusual choice but with the presence of the hollowed ones and the puppetmasters in the mix, it'd be easier to fend off a torso with its arms and head still attached with the rest of its legs having no idea where to move.
Cutting them in half vertically was also a safe choice, because the regular fucks wouldn't even know how to hop with one leg, but don't worry, Quinn was doing that type of god's work along with Jennifer.
Because aside from Quinn flailing around her huge-ass polearm/halberd hybrid, Jennifer was using some sort of mix between a straight razor and a cleaver that could easily cleave a person in half as long as they have the muscles for it.
From the looks of it, it was obviously a custom job from Royo himself and the only thing I'd improve on it was the bandage-like handle—and maybe shaving off that pointy-ass pommel whose only purpose was to completely the look. Granted it could punch holes in sheet metal, but we all have our K-Bar knives for that.
It would be a little hard to wield around and it'd be a pain in her palms if it kept sliding in and out of place—and even though some people would say that she could take it—do it a thousand times a day and you'd definitely say otherwise.
"WHAT THE FUCK—"
"GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT—"
From my point of view, Quinn easily pushed Jennifer off the collapsed platform and the broken coffin, but it was by letting go of her self-built weapon.
Tatiana and I were already flying and cutting in half anyone that was in front of us while our shooters designated a new killzone around Jennifer and Quinn's exact proximity, and we did see Quinn pull out her Deagle and her backup knife and look below.
We did see her stomp down while a portion of the dead around them either lost their legs or got shot in the head by Jennifer sweeping them from below or by our shooters shooting from afar.
But yeah, as I got there in record time, Kaley and Jared shifted their shooting away from us to create a path back while Tatiana pulled more deadheads out the way.
Jennifer had also got up with a few smudges from getting pushed down on the dirt but my focus was getting Quinn out of that death trap.
"I'M FINE! I'M FINE— WHA— PUT ME DOWN, YOU FUCK! I SAID I'M—"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP! DID YOU GET BIT OR WHAT?!"