There’s a moment about midway through the new Tomb Raider where heroine Lara Croft lands in the clutches of a gaggle of male heavies — gross, grimy, near-feral Scavengers who want nothing more than to exact revenge for her killing their brethren. And they try to do it with their fists and heavy, stompy, bad guy–patented combat boots. It’s a harrowing, queasy scene that gave us genuine pause as the lighting flickers and dims, while red, watery flecks spatter the lens. Lucky for our tender sensibilities, Lara manages to do what she always does: by lucky hook or bow-toting crook, she survives to limp through another day. Well, at least in this origin story of an action-adventure, she certainly does.