What goes up must come down, and inexorably, Rachel lands after having careened through the air for two miles on nothing more than a single leap from her incredibly powerful legs. She lands with the force of a massive boulder in the middle of a four-way intersection of a small town, which has been conveniently evacuated before taking a deep breath and examining her surroundings. The pavement at her feet lies cracked and shattered around two massive footprints deep enough so that she feels dirt between her toes as she steps up and out of them.
"Huh," she mutters, rubbing the back of her head with a hand large enough to grab a regular human around the waist, "kinda quiet." She had figured in these few seconds before realizing where she was landing that people would panic upon seeing a 12-foot tall fat naked woman drop out of the sky, but nobody at all was around.
However, the urge to continue pushes her hard and she shrugs it off, leaping high and hard , getting ever closer to... well, she doesn't know what, or where, she just knows that she has to get there.
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"I want her progress monitored at all times. Every step of the way, she needs to be watched, and those in her path need to be forewarned and evacuated immediately. You did good with this town, but the next one needs to be faster! Understood?" The mysterious general calmly gives out orders, far from the stereotypically yelling, angry type of commander that one would expect. Yet still, his subordinates move hastily to ensure that what he says goes.
"And prep the heavy artillery if she gets uppity once she gets here. Not that it'll hurt her given her current condition, but what she doesn't know won't hurt us."