That moment was what she needed to get her bearings. Pippi goes 110% Buffy, blasting with her shotgun into one's face, swinging the chainsaw around... inexplicably making lightsaber noises with her mouth as she does so.
Everything is ridiculously over-acrobatic, flips and spins and twists, some of which are dodges as her poor, overtaxed hairpiece tries to keep her out of harm's way, some of them are just because, well... cheerleader with a chainsaw.
Still, there's a lot of them. A whole lot of them. They grasp and claw, shields stopping some, others tearing at her cheerleader skirt, fingernail rents being left in her skin as they try and drag her down.
And then a new indigo light flashes, and rats bubble up from the sewers, gnawing at dead skin about ankles, crawling into pants legs to bite and claw, a carpet of vermin trying to bear a couple under.
There's a screech, and carrion-eaters from the sky descend, crows and ravens and pigeons going after their favorite natural delicacy - eyes. Usually, they just wait til the dead flesh quits moving. Today, they're not so fussy.
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