R2 nearly pulls arms off

Gentaro had lost track of where he was flying to. His midair swerving had gotten too erratic, too unconscious, and he was surrounded by electric darkness. Where was he supposed to go now? He had no idea which way was even up anymore.

"Pull up, pull up!" Saxton unhelpfully tugged on his shoulders, nearly wrenching his arms clean off. He was pulling him somewhere, that was about right. The glider started to buck and pitch like an unruly horse, pitching them this way and that, except whether that way was this and this way wasn't that was unknown to them. The more they tried to escape, the deeper they flew into the storm.