Bottom of elevator shaft
As Sanda moved forward she noticed the way her shots weren't hitting the targets like they should. Something was off. Before she could comment, the whole façade disintegrated revealing the trap. "Miércoles! Hold your..." It was too late. As Sanda spoke she had begun to move to the side, trying to get her body as out of the line of those explosive projectiles as possible. She dropped her rifle and to help reinforce her hold on her shield when she was hit.
She had often heard people comment when they had been hit really hard that it felt like they had been hit by a truck. Well being hit by a truck would have hurt a lot less. Sanda was blown backwards off her feet and slammed her head against the ground. She fought to keep conscious, but her body was very disoriented. Her ears were ringing and it felt like she was trying to hear and see underwater. She tried to get to her feet, but her body refused to move. That was when the shock wave of pain hit. Her left arm that had been holding the shield began to hurt, and not just a little. She tried to look at it but her vision was blurry and her eyes stung.
How long she lay on the ground fighting to regain control of her body Sanda wasn't sure. Her HUD was out. But she finally managed to get one arm under her and push herself up against the wall. She could feel blood flowing into her eye, that was why her vision was blurry. Her helmet was cracked as well but for now it seemed to still be pressurized. She glanced down at her left arm and tried to move it. Another wave of pain hit her. Her shoulder was dislocated and it looked like her wrist was broken. Hell, all the bones in her left arm were probably broken and it was only held together by the suit. Her eyes were watering from the blood and pain. She wanted to take off her helmet and wipe her eye, maybe even retie her hair. No, she had to leave her helmet on because of the radiation.
Her hearing came back enough to hear Itami say he was leaving with Nara. She should probably fall back as well. She was hurt bad and wasn't sure how long her suit would stay whole. It may already be compromised. But then she heard the singing. For the most part Sanda had completely drowned out the taunting. But now she focused on it. It had to be stopped. No matter what it had to be stopped.
She still couldn't see very well but she motioned for someone, anyone to come over to her. "Help me with my shoulder." She grunted between clinched teeth. Someone grabbed her shoulder and rotated it carefully around. A hiss of pain was all that escaped Sanda as the injured arm was moved. "On three. One, two, AH!" The shoulder was popped back into place. "Thanks." Sanda held her arm tight against her chest to keep it from moving as she drew out her plasma revolver. "If you can move, move. Forward!" She slowly began heading to the control room doors.