Damage

The cockpit of the ship was still filling up with acrid black smoke, and to make matters worse we couldn't see out of the front because of all of the dirt that had suddenly been scraped up onto the viewscreens. 

"We need… To get out of here," I said, making a move to get up from the seat that Yr'Arl had levitated me into. 

But as I put my hand down onto the armrest to give myself some leverage I ended up crushing it right underneath my palm. It crumpled up like a can of soda underneath a heavy boot, completely flattened. 

Submersing myself in my own manna stream seemed to have made my struggles with power control even worse. 

<What did you expect was going to happen, idiot,> BB snapped, his voice was weak and wobbly. Honestly, he sounded like he had some kind of a hangover.