heads are disconnected from their necks before the ladder hits the ground.

The rest of the swarm continue their charge forward, stumbling over the ladder as it gets tangled up in their feet. But they simply stampede over any fallen comrades, half attacking head on, half flanking Steve to the side that separates him from his group.

Slicing, slashing and tearing through flesh and bone with the sword, he adds to the body count by firing round after round into torsos and foreheads in an attempt to manage the overwhelming avalanche now swarming around him.

The drones are a difficult enemy, their strength much greater than his, and their speed… he can hardly keep up. His only saving grace is that bullets are more powerful