[i]Scenario 1 - Planting the flag[/i]
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'The dead walk'

A simple problem. The dead were damn unsettling, but for the most part they served as a simple foe. Stren's tip about the weaknesses subsided into the back of Delilah's mind as she, almost mechanically, shifted her footing into a stable position and hoisted the sight of her rifle to her right eye, swiftly shifting the weapon's gaze over to one of the creature's skulls-- at least, the silhouette of a head-- and squeezed the trigger back.

An explosion of smoke erupted from the front of her rifle as flint struck home, luckily igniting the powder despite the moist fog. She didn't wait to recover from the smoke, moving to draw one of her [i]Eiderhalter[/i] from within her coat without missing a beat, the other hand sliding the file back within her robes where it slid into a 'sheath' of sorts, to hold it in place. She turned, sliding her hand into the hand-encasing-steel that is the [i]Eiderhalter's[/i] grip, her other hand drawing its twin from the other hip as she stepped closer to Stren in order to keep line-of-sight with her 'ally'.

Confusing Stren with an enemy in this situation would just be...

[i]Stay on task, my pup...[/i] whispered the Divine Queen

So she raised her Eiderhalter into the peculiar close-combat stance of the [i]Mali[/i]; guns crossed in an 'x' in front of her chest. She maintained this stance for the time necessary to get closer to Sten, before (trusting the man at her back...) turning and extending both guns out, her head turning to look either way as she waited for very easy shots...point-blank, clearly visible threats-- of course, aiming for the head. She's got six shots, and is quite determined to keep any threats away from Stren's back.