Oh for the love of god. Okay, so now the entire ship has started to spin tremendously, which would probably give him a headache if he didnt have the constitutional fortitude of adamantium. Honestly though, it's probably a good thing he's crammed so far down into the hull, otherwise he would be unceremoniously ejected out of his little hole, right back into the air. And from this high up, it would do a lot more than just hurt. He might even break his leg or something, and that would be unfortunate! So for now, he really has nothing better to do than close his eyes and brace for impact. "This day is already not going in my favor." 

I mean really, as long as the ship doesn't land backside down everything will be fi-THUMP. 

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPNG." Maxwell lets out a muffled cry of pain behind his mask. He just slammed into sand at 150 mph, which wouldn't have hurt him that much, to be honest. It's the 78 ton ship that just LANDED ON HIM. Right on his back. Not only was he just Meteor Crashed into the desert sand, the force of the ship landing on him ejected him about 70 feet into the sand, absolutely burying him under a massive amount of bullshit, and he only kept sinking further. Most of the time, Maxwell never lets any sort of painful utterance out, but his body decided to make an exception after what just happened.

Maxwell takes a second to pat himself down and do a runcheck of the damage. Armor's horribly dented, some parts of it crumpled up against his body, some of them bulging out, there's a hole in his left leg piece. Bones seem to be okay though. Nothing's broken, but everything is sore. Absolutely incredibly sore. And angry. Maxwell reaches up and removes his angry mask, revealing an even angrier face underneath. "I. Hate. Sand." He begins to mutter as he wiggles around to face up. "Sand. Gets. In. Everything." His gauntlets begin to light up and glow with the Holy Fire. "Takes. Forever to get out." The heat from the Fire begins to glass the sand around him as he pulls himself through the sand at a pretty marvelous pace. Once he stops, the gloves turn off.

Now, with a face and armor full of sand, Maxwell positions himself underneath the hole he made in the ship, now facing up. "Piece of shit ship." He punches it, HARD. The ship creaks, moving up about a foot. "Dropping me in sand." He punches again, this time with his right arm, trying to put his body into it the best he can in the bad sand conditions. About two or three feet this time. "Just fucking MOVE!" He roars, punching the ship with both arms at full strength, the veins in his arms rippling out, a vein bulging in his forehead. Normally,he'd be able to lift and toss something like this out of the way no problem. The sand makes it so the best punch he can deliver is a straight arm punch. Not particularly good, probably only about 30 percent normal force. But for Maxwell, even thirty percent is still huge. Huge enough in fact, to blow the ship out of the sand, busting a hole through the bottom and sending it spiraling through the air, flipping over and over. Maxwell is not happy. He crawls to where the ship was, standing on the bottom of the crater.