Don drove his elbow back into the face of the trying to bite through his shoulder and felt cartilage collapse under the impact.
The man he struck stumbled sideways, feet slipping through blood that had spread across the rooftop in dark streaks between overturned ventilation panels and broken concrete chunks.
Before it could recover, Don caught the side of its skull with both hands and twisted hard.
A wet crack ran through its neck before he hurled the body straight into another climber trying to pull itself over the edge.
Both vanished from sight immediately, slamming against the glass wall below as they fell. CRASH!~
Another came at him instantly.
There was no pause anymore. No room to breathe. The horde kept replacing itself faster than he could kill it.
One of them moved, horridly. Its torso bent too far sideways while climbing over the edge, ribs visibly shifting beneath torn flesh as if they were loose inside its body.
