Sandy had never been hit by a wave of darkness. As she went soaring backwards down the tunnel and heard the crunch of her stone body landing on more rats and breaking their little rat skeletons she reflected that it hurt a surprising amount. The sort of hurt that lingered in her skin and bones and made breathing hard.

Starring up at the ceiling she was winded and found her muscles didn't want to respond. She forced them into action with a groan and felt her cement coated hands slipping in rat guts making her shudder. The blow had left her stunned and disoriented.