The zombie's right arm was severed quickly and cleanly, apart from a small spray of ichor. Roy's spirit cried out - more out of shock than pain - and instinctively tried to clutch his right arm.
Gary was a bit slower to react. "Aah, shit! It's Buffy the Vampire Slayer!" He fumbled for some kind of weapon, but all he could produce was a butterfly knife. He wielded at arms length like a fencer en garde, but didn't move to attack.
The zombie was slowest of all, but it soon made itself the biggest threat. With surprising ferocity it lunged in the direction of the girl's attack, its remaining hand grabbing desperately at anything in reach.