She's fast, strong, mostly experienced, a fast learner, and laser focused, avoiding bites but never flinching too far, using the landscape to her advantage as she jumps over small crevasses and leaps on top of ledges and keeps focusing on disabling their movement when she can.

Still, though, she's starting to approach 'tired.' Even a super soldier can't run and fight forever.

The one with the ice on its leg has managed by tireless nudging to get it off. It's getting to its feet and joining the others.

She is super not doing well - she hasn't been bit but she's getting tired and not sure she's winning, her sword isn't designed for chopping people up -

One zombie manages to get some fabric off her pants - she yanks her leg away in time to avoid it getting its teeth in her leg, but now she's firmly on the defensive -

And then, in a bolt of lightning, the cavalry shows up and starts cursing.

Wiccan swoops down to physically lift her friend into the air and throws the zombies back with a mental rush of 'oh fuck ZOMBIES those things are GROSS I hate hate hate undead get them AWAY.'

The zombies don't have a response prepared for flying prey. They mill around in puzzlement.

"Why are there zombies?!?!"

"I don't know! This planet just has them! Some weird thing about Lights and the Dark."

"I don't want this planet to have fucking zombies!!!"

There's a surge of power behind her words.

The zombies poof out of existence. The black goo they leak persists where it landed.

"Nausicaa!!!"

"Sorry not sorry! Zombies are a hard limit!"

She sighs.

"Can you maybe fly me to this one fort place, they were looking after me and I guess it'd be rude or some shit to just vanish, even if I wanna just get off this rock..."

"Sure. Directions?"

She gives them.

One airlift via overly orange superhero to whatever that place's name was. Jian has them land a hopefully non-alarming distance outside the gates. (She's not trusting Wiccan to blind teleport them again.)

Kaja comes out after a minute. "Uh, hello, Jian."

"Hey Kaja. This's one of my friends I was telling you about, Wiccan, of the flying and shooting lightning bolts and doing poorly defined magical feats."

"Hey!" Wiccan says. "Yeah, me and Jian are on a team; she wanted to let you guys know I'd showed up to get her?"

"Okay, I guess we won't worry if we don't hear from her. Thanks for telling us."

"Welcome. And is there anything I can help with while I'm here? My group's mostly really heavy hitters, with some general flexibility stuff - I definitely poofed away at least couple of zombies when I saw them and got grossed out, though I don't know if that spread and doing big stuff's tricky anyways."

"Well, fewer dark things rather than more is always better..."

"Yeah. And once stuff calms down back home, if you want we can tell the kinds of people who do technology outreach about you guys? They'll be able to get someone with a better than high school education in, and might be able to coordinate a better response for the dark things than anything a couple of teenagers can do."

"We do usually manage but I don't think we'd object to being less needed."

"There's also - degrees of managing, you know? Our world's got death rates super low, from just everything, and mostly people live longer than they used to, and probably most of that's the science guys' wheelhouse."

"Which is all to the good, I just wouldn't like it made out like we're in crisis. Where were the zombies, by the by, they usually need special cleanup in the few days following a fight."

"Oh, yeah, no, I'd be differently concerned if a crisis was going on."

And she relays some landmarks.