[Yomi spins deftly, a glint of sword metal flashing in a whirring arc as she lashes out at the closest robot, teeth bared and head held high even as she feels her throat close up. She can feel her heart pound at an irregular tempo, her breathing becoming laboured and nearly frantic --
But that doesn't keep her from a debilitating strike at the engaged sentinel, flipping over its head to drive the sword's point home. She lands in a crouch, head down to block the spray of sparks. It's not down permanently and she grunts a little as it approaches closer.
This is where she'd usually shout at someone for being useless and come help her already, dammit... but all she can do is struggle for breath, pulling at her collar with one hand as she regroups her strikes with the other.]