"Well, there's about a 22% chance the turret doesn't explode" said Trost, as he aimed the turret at the skiff. "I like those odds." [i]As Trost fired the hammer at the ketch, the turret exploded in his face, sending him flying backwards into the stands. But the hammer of sol shot towards the ketch, ripping through the hall and sending it crashing into the ruins of Boston. Dazed, Trost stood up. His helmet was cracked, and his armor was burnt, but otherwise he was fine.[/i] "See? I knew it would work" mumbled Trost, who was still a bit stunned from the explosion