Team Daenerys!
The demons seemed aware enough to know that their portal was closing, that they were under threat now. Some seemed to edge backwards, as if hesitant to come forward, while others were pushing through, probably to try and stop them.
Wolverine seemed capable enough, fighting with an intensity that Michonne respected and admired, keeping the worst of the demons away from she and Daenerys, offering the dragon queen the time and focus to dedicate to the closing of the tear. One monster that was less than willing to sit back had two heads, six arms and several rows of horrible, jagged teeth. In both heads.
The monster lumbered towards Daenerys, Michonne intercepting it with a clean swipe of her sword through one of it's arms, severing it at what she assumed to be the elbow join. The beast roared, a high screeching sound that echoed through the square, just as it retaliated with the lash of it's clawed hand, Michonne blocking the attack with the back of her blade before turning it, pivoting on her heel and bringing her sword down over the monsters hand, severing that before using her own momentum to stab her blade into the space between the monsters two heads, twisting it and slicing along, leaving a jagged tear as the beasts blood spilled over her hands and arm, the cry of the beast as one head lolled to the side, eyes rolling back as it fell to the side.
Just as the beast started to sag, Michonne caught sight of a smallish lizard like thing moving quickly through the bodies, driving her elbow up, pulling her blade down and around to quickly sever the other head and get around Daenerys to halt the lizard thing. It leapt just as she stepped around the dragon queen, claws and fangs exposed, colliding with Michonne's thigh.
The claws dug through her trousers, the fangs deep into the meat of her leg. With a hiss and a wince, Michonne felt the burning of pain through her leg, strength wavering slightly as she grabbed the little lizard, almost the size of a Labrador dog, tearing from her body to toss away. It rolled, shook its head and wasted no time in making a second attack, although this time Michonne was ready, swiping it aside with one move, cutting it in half.
Her leg started to give out just as she was watching the top half of the lizard writhe around, the lower end lying still. Digging her katana into the ground, Michonne pushed herself back up, taking stock of her injury and the chaos still around them.
"Best hurry," she looked back to the Wolverine battling and then to Daenerys, "Not sure how much longer we can hold them back."