The corridor I walked in was pitch-black, yet the darkness was unable to impede my senses. While I didn't have night vision like longer-lived species would, I had excellent senses and a tremendous amount of combat experience. I was capable of remembering every detail of the surrounding environment even with my eyes closed. It was quite simple for me to dodge these robots' predictable attacks.
I just kept swinging my war hammer with great force, shattering hundreds of robots into scrap metal like it was nothing.
For any experienced warrior, they would only have to rely on their instincts when fighting enemies much lower in level than themselves. As for me, since I didn't even have to dodge any attacks due to my ridiculous dragon armor, I was too lazy to even follow my instincts to dodge attacks.