A sudden blast of cold ripped through the cabin, there was no air, and something slammed into my ribs.

Her first blast ripped one whole side of Intransigent open.

A blast of energy ripped just over her head.

Any moment, I feared, a searing blast would rip me apart.

The first blast ripped a hole the size of a garage door in the engine room.

The huge blast ripped through the crowd below, killing 21 people and wounding 46 others.

The blast had ripped the front door right off its hinges, blown the glass out of the windows.

The blast ripped through her hull and cargo at more than 1,000 metres per second.

Maybe the blast had ripped the lift completely off.

The blast ripped a hole into the outside wall of the building.