In Kevin's mind, Mr. Ralph Butler, the omnipotent peace officer, was at this moment, kneeling before the angel Gallaron.
His knees were sunk halfway into the muddy ground; Ralph supported himself on his hands, struggling against the crushing weight that descended upon him, the pressure exerted by the angel. The power of one in a high position made it impossible for the wicked wolf to raise his head; he could only brace himself, but the cracking sounds from his spine were a constant reminder of how fragile his body was.
"I will crush every bone in your body, clever sir, starting with your proud knees."
"Heh heh... heh heh..." Ralph's body trembled as he forced out a mix of pain and ridicule from between his teeth, the scorn apparent in his voice.
Gallaron stood high above, looking down at the man kneeling before him. His spine had already begun to bend, his arm joints were twisting unnaturally, but the man's laughter was still irritatingly defiant.
