AT:M 54

“Just take the helmet and protect the vlerj you got for brains!” the mowril said, and thrust it at him again.

Tentin actually did slap it away, but succeeded only in hurting his hand. The was solid ironwood, maybe even metal.

“Wow, that’s quite solid,” Tentin said.

“That’s the whole point,” Vix spat. Above them, the pace of the volleys quickened, now coming every few seconds. The pulverized debris was now little more than a fine, constant mist of dust.