Thirty. Ten times three. 

… minus two is [i]oh no ground--[/i]

Gravel. Gravel and dirt and shards of metal [i]everywhere.[/i] She didn't even know she had half those spaces and yet here they are, in every gap and wedged under every fingernail and--

And [i]move move move[/i]

She surges upward like a comet, trailing a limp Dekal and what feels like half a continent of debris, less towards something and more away from a problem, and immediately bounces off a graviton pyre and straight back to the ground, where she carves a second furrow.

Not ideal. 

Kay. Flight bad, not unless she wants a trail of craters for Hermes to follow. Tempting to grab one of those mine pistols and--

No, no, she's not thinking big enough. She surges towards the Ceronians, bulling through a knight--[i]don't think about the crunching noise, don't think about it[/i]--grips the treads, and [i]heaves.[/i]

It's not exactly clear which takes out the truck first--whether the wires slice it to pieces before or after the mines erupt, but it's an opening. Don't listen to the eruption of shouts or the wmp-[i]wmp[/i] of the pistols or the smell of the niter, just make the opening and get through it before things close behind you.