The glass was thick, frosted stuff, but two blows of his elbow shattered it.

The blow had shattered the stone limb at the point of impact.

The glass cracked; two more blows and it finally shattered.

A third blow, and the bronze doors shattered like glass.

A blow from the bronze bust of Einstein shattered the mirror above it.

But the original blow had shattered the legs, not the skull.

The next blow shattered the wall on the other side of the safe.

The third blow was to his face, and shattered both the lenses of his glasses.

It felt as if his blow had shattered her cheekbone.

Then a last blow shattered his head, and he never saw anything else.