[Salone]

"Everyone behind me!"

Lev shouted as he opened fire, letting out a long string of lead. He moved his gun slowly from right to left, firing in controlled bursts. If not for the ravenous Dybbuk, his firing could have been mistaken for an overzealous typewriter. He sped his firing here and there, holding down the trigger and opening in to full automatic when the undead began to press in. He emptied the seventy-one rounds in his magazine, passing it off to the girl as he opened fire with his revolver.

"We need the surface! Make way back, I will cover!"