Spotting the other two dead - and watching Kaname and the big boy fight - gave Jimmy an idea. A crazy, possibly suicidal idea - but hey, coming from a guy who leaps off buildings every day, what exactly is crazy?
"Kaname - get him swinging that thing!" And he darted towards one of the two dead on the side. "Come on, buddy, free food! Right here!" Jimmy wasn't a fighter. He was a runner. Quick, and agile - and, even when tired, probably still faster than that big anchor that Jumbo was swinging around. As soon as the dead guy started coming at him, he began to work his way into the anchor's reach, leaping or ducking over it when necessary, certain that the little ones weren't clever or quick enough to dodge out of the way - not when such a tempting target was right there. He hoped he was right.
(Yeah, I know. I'm crazy. Heh.)