But as you are wont to do, you turn that into an advantage. The millisecond her beam stops firing - and very conveniently vaporizing those ropes while it was at it - your arms get to work, channelling your inner Diglett as you shovel through the stone and dirt as easily as parting water until you were out of view, taking advantage of the smoke plume from the beam to mask your tunnelling. Once you were sure you were out of sight, you power up your hands and start scything through the ground again, feet alight with low-intensity jet propulsion to dull the light they gave off.