Now the zombie has a hole in its head.

It keeps coming.

There's no direct path up to her - she accounted for 'maybe this won't work' - so she turns and keeps running, with new speed now that she's rested.

(If the zombies seem to be spreading out she might risk letting one catch her, she'll bet on 'cut them into tiny pieces' versus undead bullshit...)

They're still together - not tightly clumped but not fanning out.

She runs.

And she runs.

And she keeps running.

And then she spots the tail end of a ravine - little more than a glorified crack in the rocks - coming up, the path to the cliffs scraping over it requiring you go through it, what sure looks like boulders on top - they're not rock, but jagged chunks of ice work just fine -

She darts through the ravine, scrambling up to the top of the cliffs, and starts eyeing how to push things so her timing's right...

Hopefully the zombies will pass through the ravine in looking for her.

They're following her scent. Here they come, at a steady jog now.

And here come the largest chunks of ice she could scoot to the edge, dropping hard on the tightest cluster of zombies (she's trying to separate them, as much as stop them, so this means she aims for the middle instead of the lead).

The third zombie falls and is pinned by ice on its leg. The ones behind it slow down to see if they can get around. The ones in front continue oblivious.

She has other drops prepared - she dashes to those, knocking piles and a few larger chunks on the two in the lead. (Incidentally, this should make the terrain rougher for the ones who've fallen behind).

She can hit one on the head, but apart from a nasty crack when it connects with the zombie's skull, the ice glances off without stopping its advance.

She pushes more obstacles in the way of the rear ones, draws her sword, and readies herself for the two coming up. The direct path to her forces them to move single file - if they're smart they could circle around and flank her, but she's betting they won't be.

They aren't.

Here comes a zombie.

It reaches for her with one gangrenous arm.

Her sword sweeps the arm aside before it can manage - at the wrist joint, so Jian has a non-zero chance of rendering that arm useless for fighting.

The hand dangles from a bit of skin, though it doesn't come completely detached. The elbow and shoulder keep moving unharmed, though, and the wrist is dripping slow black fluid now as it continues to approach her.

She keeps working, slashing at the thing's chest - should cut some of the muscles to its shoulder, which she doesn't know how much it needs those -

It seems to need them at least a little. It has this other arm, though. And it can still walk.

Cut across the fronts of its thighs, diagonal cut going from the hip opposite the functioning arm to the functioning shoulder, if it falls she lets the momentum from that carry her into a spin to cut at the neck -

It catches the end of her sword between the two bones of its handless arm and wrenches.

The other zombies are getting over the ice, in a patient, relentless fashion.

She moves with the wrench, keeping a hold on her sword and backing up. (She needs a fucking giant meat cleaver, is what she needs.)

The zombie cannot walk as well as it used to. But it's still making progress.

Can she dance halfway around it as it gets out of the narrow part - she's aiming to cut off its head -

When she goes around it lunges toward her in an overcommitted heave. The sword whistles over its head and its teeth are aiming for her thigh.

She gets back out of the way in time, cursing.

It hits the ground.

The others are coming, now, except the pinned one.

She'll do her damnedest to get them one at a time, moving fast and light, cutting leg muscles and tendons and swearing that when she gets back to her world she's getting Loki to help her steal Captain America's fancy shield -

They move less predictably than a human opponent; they're not very fast or strong but they feel no pain or fear and are singlemindedly focused on biting her at any cost.