Kelvin was flying through the air.
Technically, he wasn't. KROME wasn't flying—the mech had been sent airborne, which was a completely different experience involving significantly more terror and substantially less control.
The world spun. Sky...Ground...Ice...More sky.
"Ugh—" The impact with the rock face cut off whatever Kelvin was about to say. Metal screamed against stone. His teeth rattled despite the shock absorption systems doing their absolute best to keep his brain from becoming soup inside his cranium. The harness dug into his shoulders hard enough to bruise through the padding.
KROME slid down the rock face, ten tons of combat mech carving grooves into stone before finally hitting the ground in a heap.
"Ow," Kelvin managed, tasting copper. "Ow, fuck, ow."
