[Funkduder]

The hoard began to close in on Michael and Altiel as they stepped backwards, touching the gate. Each of the two must have destroyed and exercised the spirits of the damned by the hundreds, if not the thousands, yet many still remained. Realizing that his friend never found a need to do any work on the shambling limbs where he shot the laser, he began to work on the middle group.
"60 yards away." Micheal switched modes on the gun, letting it hit more enemies when he fired.
"50 yards away." He shot the ground 20 yards ahead of the hoard, setting its bushes and trees aflame.
"40 yards away." Switching back to the cutting laser, he started at the left of the hoard, cutting towards the middle. He glanced at Altiel. He eyes were tired, and he could feel the Emim within the crowds.
"30 yards away." The hoard slowed down a little, distracted by the flames on the bushes. Michael glanced to the walls, wondering where the city guard had gone off to.
"20 yards away." Michael raised his shield as he continued to cut through them. "It won't be long before they get to us, now." Micheal turned the laser to a wider firing range and turn the power to maximum. The laser's battery would only last a minute under this condition, but it'll be worth it.
"10 yards away." "Brace yourself, Altiel!!"

"5 yards away." Michael blasts a hole into the earth, and the ground begins to shake slightly. A small crevice appears in the earth extending towards the hoard. "4 yards away." "Dammit! Not enough!"
"3 yards away." Michael takes the shield off of his arm. It's still active.
"2 yards away." Michael throws the shield into the crevice.
"This is it!!!" The ground begins to shake.