As the glass buckled under the heat and Jonah's steel rimmed boot,he started working even harder. Finally,as he finished a human-sized opening,he reached to his pocket,and pulled out a moist bandana,which he tied over his mouth promptly. He stomped on the pane holding on to its frame by a hair,and landed harshly into the ship. As the smoke poured out through the hole,he slowly loomed upwards through the belly of the Sabre,his kukri pulled and ready to slice.
Sucks to be a weight on the wrong side of the brilliance-insanity scale.
