The thin dust thrown up by her accidental attack cleared, and from it, came the guard, spear lowered intent to strike. She dodged the first blow - twisting her body away from the point - and the second in much the same way. Then the guy wised up, and grabbed a handful of the silly, fluttery cape she had on. This, he yanked down, pulling Cheshire off balance, and then stuck his spear into her stomach. 

For a direct hit, she was surprised to find it didn't really hurt that much. Well, it hurt, certainly, but not as much as she would have imagined something like that would have hurt. Nevertheless, her vision was growing dark and swimming, like she was falling further and further underwater. She embraced it - the numbness was a relief from the resonating pains in both her head and her abdomen. 

As Cheshire fell, numbly, she felt as if something - someone, perhaps - was rising to take her place. Well, not that it was any of her business. Whoever or whatever they were, they could do what they liked out there; she was done. 

The others might have noticed the change in expression on the person who had, up till now, been Cheshire. They might have noticed the change in posture, too. But mostly, they'd likely have noticed the large, wolfish head which had replaced most of the right arm. Which had its mouth wide open, the interior of which was glowing brightly. 

Understandably, Bass was rather grumpy; not only had he had some pathetic interloper running about with his body, she'd gone and gotten him into some fight that she didn't seem to want to win. But that was fine. If she was too weak to go through with it, then he'd simply have to use more direct means. He'd blow off this man's head, perhaps followed by killing the rest of them if they proved to be troublesome, and then he'd find some way of going home. He'd been summoned here for a reason, certainly, but he was about as interested in that as he was in delivering humanitarian aid to the children of the world.

Before he could do any of that, however, something else happened. Something bizarre; though he could not move, everything else sped up, as if somebody had pressed fast-forward on a remote that controlled time. People came and went, and things changed until there was almost no semblance of the things that had been there before. How odd. With a little luck, it wouldn't affect his getting out of there...