And Locaha's hand smacks right into it, knocking it against his wing and triggering the explosion; the wing seems totally undamaged, and remains, as ever, a featureless grey wall. But he jerks his hand back and roars in pain, a deafening rattle of thunder. He sets the islet down in the sea, leaving both hands free to crush you between. A rush of air precedes each one, two pressure fronts colliding with you in the middle.