Scuffling and splashing sounded behind Semyon, but the Wight could take no time to look back. He drove against the pressing dead, knowing vaguely that Daisy had said [i]something[/i] - a question? - but with no time to find out what it was.

The scuffling died, shouting began, and Semyon continued to fight. He wanted to look back, to know what was happening, who was- just to [i]know[/i]. But no. There were too many in front of him, too many around, some managing to slip past and he couldn't even spare the time to catch them, more piling on to try and drive him into the-

[b]Cold.[/b]

It chilled him to a standstil, froze him in a shudder that lasted well after the heavy blast had passed him by. It threw away the pressing dead, freed him of his troubles for the moment, and iced the waters all around. In a way it was welcome. In a brutal, uncaring way, like when a blizzard happens to kill more foes than comrades.

"What-"

A wall of roaring water came rushing up around him, gaze turning to find both Max and Daisy held within. Max was calmed- calming, the reaper apparently managing to get past his sudden desire for blood. He was unwounded by bullets as well, though whether that was a good thing or not remained conflicted in the mind of the undead soldier. 
And through the wall, past his comrades, was Fenris.

"Calm? Good." Semyon strode over to the two, nodding simply at Max and sparing a moment for a questioning gaze toward Daisy. "Did you ask- Nevermind. We should leave. Soon... Now."

He took position by the two, facing out, eyeing the form of the god-wolf with growing uncertainty. If he was here, he might be dead, or simply grew tired of whatever Daisy had been doing to him. Either way, they needed to be [i]gone[/i].

"Can we? Leave?" He didn't look back at the others. The wall seemed to be failing, he would need to see when the first dead surged forth again. 

Though he hoped he wouldn't have to.