One shot missed and blew through the door, into the kitchen cabinets and stove.
His shot blew it apart and feathers drifted down to where he lay.
The shot blew the karakuri backward in pieces, lower section shredded.
The next shot could blow your head away.
The man who followed her reeled on his toes when the first shot blew the woman off her feet a few yards ahead of him.
The second shot blew the lock to bits.
The second shot blew the turret into the sky.
She fired from the hip, and the first shot blew the visor open.
His first shot blew the left rear tire.
Why, the first shots from backstage must have blown you right out of the box!
