"I said shut up!" he growls, "It's your fault for being such a stupidly hard to aim weapon!" Which isn't very fair to bring up, since Jakob didn't choose his vessel, not to mention he's still doing a fine job of saving both their asses right now. But there's no way they could just give up after going through all this trouble. He's already decided they're both seeing this through to the end.

He just has to hit the damn target.

Add hisses out an irritable sigh, gripping the edge of Jakob's vessel tightly. To hell with this—he'll just move in closer before the horde starts crowding around them again. He takes a deep breath and leans forward, the dynamos responding automatically to his will. They glide unevenly as Add tries to avoid the grasping limbs of fallen corpses below them, or crashing into the standing ones still shambling on all sides of them, or crashing into the ground in general thanks to how exhausted he is, but Jakob will surely be pleased to see that they're going deeper into the horde rather than away from it.

Getting out might be a bit more tricky now, but more importantly, he's charging straight towards Roxas and Ludger. As the distance between them closes Add quickly cancels his momentum, throwing Jakob at the same time. At point blank, there's no way they'll miss this time. That plate is going clean through at least one of these corpses.

"Chaki!" ... and they'll hit the other one on the return trip!