Upon sight of this horrific spectacle, Lina had leapt back involuntarily, as an instinctive impulse, recklessly toppling backwards, Headfirst back down onto the floor.
Feeling that familiar opposing force condemning her, but with heightened intensity now, Magdalena let out a loud, agonizing cry as she laid there, her back to the floor once again.
"LACHRYLON!" she shouted, raising her fists in the air with rage. "I CAST CURSES UPON YOU, LACHRYLON!"
Then she softly muttered some sweet nothings into the air.
But Nothing happened.
Or, at least nothing seemed to happen.
There was no longer any doubt whatsoever in the woman’s mad mind that she wasn’t directly a target of quite the impractical joke. And although she had grown accustomed to seeing plenty of gore in her time, the sheer magnitude of it all directly before her Eyes now greatly disturbed her.
Her ship, she noticed now quite obviously, was definitely no longer soaring through the sky. She realized now that it must've been the coarse quakes of her craft plummeting toward a scorched Earth that had sent her tumbling to the floor, knocking her unconscious, causing her head wound. Back to the floor once more, her body aching immensely, a confounded Lina propped up on her elbows and lifted her head slightly to look at the grotesque scene through the glass dash.
She couldn’t quite seem to be able to get over how incredibly disturbed she was by it.
A very tense Lina then realized she hadn't taken a breath for about a full minute, too distracted being traumatized out of her mind.
Shuddering now, and taking in One full, deep breath with compulsory quivers, the woman felt somewhat pleased she was at least able to survive this crash-landing. Looking around at the reasonably disorderly cabin, she noticed that the protective force-field of the space-pod must’ve prevented the total obliteration of it. In total amazement, Lina Once again did not notice any life-threatening injuries. She struggled to come to her feet and then stumbled back toward the seat at the flight deck. She pounded on the button repeatedly with her fist to try and close the bay window's flaps, but nothing happened. It was jammed.
