Okazaki Tomoya, at the very least, had more than decent reflexes in the time he used to spend as a delinquent, sensing danger and moving along when it happened in fights.

It still felt like getting hit by a very meaty motorbike that threw him to the ground with too much carried momentum.

No hoof marks were left on him, and he was very much alive, although Tomoya was almost spread over the pavement, left just behind the large woman. One hand extended in a failed attempt to stop a freighter train, for a comparison.

"O-Oi! Can't you see where...!" Tomoya's sight took its time to stabilize, correct the blur from what she thought was a woman on horseback, and... seeing the back of said horsewoman. That is, Tomoya realized, the woman that ran him over was half horse and half human woman.

The words he had for a moment were muted in wonder the moment he saw her. His expression shifted from anger to outright bafflement, the moment he noticed toast was hanging on her mouth.

It was official. This world had just turned batcrap crazy.

"Why do you even have toast in your mouth!?"