[She feels the same way, and is all too happy to stagger around taking as many down with her as possible. But while it seems like a small eternity, very little time passes before PM is knocked to the ground hard, and one hand claws at her neck, trying desperately to regain what little breath she had before it was knocked out of her with the blow of a baton. Her vision is hazing over but she still rises into a kneeling position, clutching her sword like a life line.]
[A robot bears down on her, and she tries to ram her sword home into it while it lunges forward with a taser. There's only a small part of her that understands it might just fall and crush her now.]