Angie exhaled and nodded assent. That had seemed to have some Kind of minimal effect before. So when Michael went wolf, Angie steeled herself and went into the fray. It was bloody terrifying, but she kept doing it.
They weren't inferi. She had to keep reminding herself that. They might still have been dead, for all she knew, but no matter what she tried, nothing seemed to hurt them. She resorted to blasting them again, and then, with sudden insight set to work slicing off arms and legs. When they were stumps, they couldn't really do much but bleed there, right?
Michael delimbed one, and Angie cut its legs out from under it, crowing in triumph when he fell the the street and couldn't sou much as crawl, though tit tried. It tried and didn't stop trying.