For having to use such a strange sentence in a story, I thought it came out pretty well.
“Oh Bollocks!” Ochre cried and threw herself over the crumbling wall. White hot gases seared through the air where her head had been moments before. She breathed hard then cursed again as another blast of heat slammed into the wall. The wall held, but steam still rose up off her ceramic plated shoulders. She scrambled sideways to take shelter behind a stouter looking chunk of masonry. The next blast went wide and she paused to catch her breath.