The repeating roar of River's guns cuts off again: leaving not silence, of course, but the marginally quieter grunts and thuds and cries of the ongoing melee. There are too many enemies, and no fortified ground to hold. It's inevitable that she'd be forced into close combat sooner or later.

Sooner is now.

With sword, with boots and fists and other people's weapons, River dances, and River wounds and River kills.

She's hard-pressed, grim and breathing hard, but so far she's managing to hold her own.