Setting: Cybermen, daleks, loopies, wolves and zombies form thirteen lines of defence surrounding the command centre.
Gunner: he threw 2 of those at the front group protecting the command centre, waiting for it to explode.
(Nope) "Why is it any of your business? I'm just analysing the situation." Maeve comments as she takes off her glasses and folds them, hanging them on her lab coat top pocket.
The guts of zombies and wolves splat across the ground and metal shards fly everywhere from cybermen and daleks. The gap is instantly filled in with replacements.
Gunner: he used his knife and placed explosives in it, throwing it over and over again to them at the same time throwing the timer bombs.
More and more creations fill in gaps, even though comrades fall. Maeve raises an eyebrow "why do you want to know?"