"Good to know," Cindy said. "Most guys I've gone out with are not exactly fighting champions."
She was running her fingers absently against an iron fence. After making sure nobody was looking at them, she pulled, yanking a heavy metal bar off the fence. "Not a sword, but maybe it will help?"
"You pretty mych have to pick them apart, then make sure they won't get back up and use pieces off their fallen conrades to stand. And as tempting as fire may be... avoid it. At least for now."