Tim gripped his escrima sticks tightly. Every throwing weapon in his utility belt had been used up, leaving him no choice but to fight at close range.
But in truth, he barely had any chances to make a move now.
At his side were the Themysciran women warriors led by Artemis. They had restrained their usual ferocity and obeyed simple commands without fail, sweeping through the infected constantly pouring from streets and alleys like bulldozers.
The virus that had rendered every scientific creation of human society helpless was utterly powerless before the protection of ancient gods' Magic.
The Amazonians' armor glimmered with a dark golden Magic aura in the dim light, their spears and swords thrusting again and again as their battle formation advanced in tight order.
"Hold the formation, keep your eyes open, and don't give the enemy a chance to ambush us!"
Artemis stood slightly ahead of the center of the battle formation, shouting her orders.
Though most of the infected had evolved strange superpowers of one kind or another, simple flight and basic physical mutations were nowhere near enough to shake the Amazonians' military formation, bolstered by Magic and divine might.
The occasional seemingly powerful Elite was no more than a single axe swing from Artemis, or someone Cassandra and Mal could bring down together in an instant.
Tim leaped forward, bringing his escrima stick down precisely on the head of an infected covered in bone spurs as it lunged toward a woman warrior in the formation.
After a crisp crack, the infected twitched twice and collapsed to the ground.
Mal carried Mia on his back, unconscious with a raging fever. His steps were somewhat heavy. One of the gauntlets he had put on before setting out was already gone, and with Mia to protect, he remained