[She might, but not easily, and not without incident and injury. Ammy may be a god, yes, but she is still very much mortal and at a huge cap in her usual powers. She's reading a strike of her own, the blade humming with charged power as she notes the blur in her peripheral. Good, the creature here can still fight...they haven't been taken down or hindered by the disease of this place.
The first automaton falls, and another soon joins it - its torso sliding off from its legs as a diagonal slice of Ammy's charged strike cleaves it in two. The body sputters, had whirring frantically as sparks shoot from its wound, then it goes still and silent. Another one down, but there's still a hoard, and they don't seem at all bothered by the destruction of their brethren. They either fight or flee...
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The first automaton falls, and another soon joins it - its torso sliding off from its legs as a diagonal slice of Ammy's charged strike cleaves it in two. The body sputters, had whirring frantically as sparks shoot from its wound, then it goes still and silent. Another one down, but there's still a hoard, and they don't seem at all bothered by the destruction of their brethren. They either fight or flee...
What say you, friend?]