When you come from a world where shooting yourself in the head is a legitimately useful mode of transportation, appearing in a new location after getting hit by a rocket is actually less disorienting than it has any reason to be.

That said, Chrome Dokuro has never, in her life, found herself staring down a giant bat as startled by her presence as she is by its existence.


Two voices, one human, one very much not, go "EEEEEEEEEEEEE" in unison, and both of them take off in opposite directions on instinct. The human end of this chorus runs right out the end of the cave she wound up in and right off the edge of the hill it was built into, not-very-merrily tumbling end over end aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaall the way to the bottom.

If Chrome were conscious after this, she'd say "ow".

Sadly, Chrome is ... not.

Ooops.