The first wave ran at her. Satisfied that her teammates were unable to get through... Ami concentrated. She watched as they ran at her, down the thin bridge.
One by one.
And with a steely grin, she withdrew the twin katanas she had at her back, and began twirling them, like some kind of whirling dervish, literally slicing them down like butter as they charged at her, limbs and bodies falling off the sides of the bridge.
But they kept coming. Wave after wave.
Ami continued to slice them up, one by one... but eventually, they began to get good shots in at her, slowly but surely.
She knew she didn't have much time left... soon she'd be completely overwhelmed. So... she decided to show these things what a genetic product of two other slayers was truly capable of.
Connecting her two katanas by the hilts, she glared at them,. thinking back to a Star Wars book she'd read in her time. And the last stand of Ganner Rhysode.
"None.... shall.... pass."
And she launched herself into the fray, spinning like a top, using speed, strength, and agility never before seen in a Slayer. She felt them piling onto her, but never stopped. She felt them closing in on her... and she had time for two last thoughts...