"D'ast it, woman.... RUN!" Rocket yelled, seeing she was now more or less useless, the combination of exhaustion and depletion of her powers making her ready to collapse. "Flarkin' hell..." He grumbled as he emptied his final rounds of ammo into a few more of the walkers.
They'd managed to take out nearly all the dead that had surrounded them, but a few remained, and now it was just them, a basically unarmed Rocket, and a nearly unconcious Six.
Any other time, this wouldn't have ended well for our heroes.... but this time? Salvation was heralded by three words.