As Macy slashed her way through the relentless horde of grotesque mutants, solidly holding her own against the imperfect variants she currently faced, her gaze drifted up to the frontlines. More buzzing and scratching and thumping could be heard over the sounds of dropping acid flesh melting the very ground beneath them. Just how many more were there? They had the two strongest leading the march, but it was all the rest of them could do to hold off the horde that managed to get by them, and those who came from behind. The corpses they left behind had obviously reanimated- so whatever virus this is was related to necromancy in some way. Her growing interest was quickly curbed by the jarring memories of how she had slashed through Arguth. No... Her magic had caused enough trouble, already. The last thing she needed to be thinking about were the endless possibilities this plague could provide in her own witchcraft.

Quickly, she began to push her way through the mobs to the front, trying to figure out what could help them get through this massacre. A smoke bomb would only rob her team members of their visibility; these creatures seemed to attack at random rather than watch where they are going. Her skills were not good enough to fight on the front lines normally, but maybe if she helped to thin the middle a bit, more of their team could push together to back up Hawke and Arguth? Macy winced as a drop of flying guts seared the skin of her cheek. That could be a serious problem, too... And she couldn't see just how bad it was. Deciding to use her nimbleness to her own advantage, she quickly pushed off of the head of one creature, blocking its bite with her rapier as she lunged upwards, dagger in her mouth to cling to the limbs of one particularly slimy flying beast. It reacted as any creature might, and as she was flung around, she hung on just long enough to see Hawke and Arguth becoming overwhelmed. She couldn't use her magic, and at this range her weapon could not protect Hawke from the insect she spotted lunging at him in his blind spot.

Without thinking, the young woman pulled the dagger from her mouth and quickly flung it toward the attacker, aiming for its skull, before she lost her grip on the flying creature and was flung back into the mob.