Brayden froze as she saw what looked like a whirling dervish in the form of the swordsman being surrounded by infected. They couldn't get to the stairs. Brayden dug into her pockets, trying to find her emergency tactics. By emergency tactics, of course, Brayden meant escape tools, such as a lighter and some smoke bombs.The redhead knew that they would eventually aid her in some way, even indirectly. She clicked the lighter and lit the pieces, throwing them into the Infected swarm. The gun man would take the pones out that blocked the stairs and the swordsman would get through and the infected would remain, for a time, floundering in the smoke. It was a genius plan. "P-please clear the way for him!" Brayden shouted below. "M-Mister Swordsman! Get up th-the stairs! Th-They'll get m-mixed up in th-the smoke!"