The beast roared down the hill like a tank, destroying everything in its path. Crushing the earth, up rooting trees, and screaming the whole way. This monster, this emobodiement of destruction was heading straight for me and wanted my blood.
“HONEY! DANEL! RUN!” my wife screamed as I pushed the rest of my family away from me to keep them from harm. “Danel! What’re you doing! You can’t fight him! When is the last time you were in a fight?!”
When was the last time? There had been arguments in bars when I was a bartender, the occasional bouncing of a drunk guy to wait outside until the cab arrived to pick him up. There were a couple of issues in High School where some guys bullied me around and pushed me into a garbage can. But the last fight? The last time I had to throw a real punch? Ummmm I think the 6th grade, I fought some kid named Craig after school, I don’t even remember why, all I remember is that it was winter, and I had to try and fight this kid while wearing a snow suit and bread bags on my feet because my mom wouldn’t let me go outside without them.
Now this beast, this ‘demon’ was charging toward me and looked as though he meant to use my bones to pick his teeth.
“You can do it Danel! Have Faith!” Zaqiel shouted out. I gave him a nod and set my feet, I got in a stance I had learned from the self defense class I took in college. First his smell hit me, I don’t know how to describe it other than saying it was as if you had to pick up dog poop that had been sitting in the rain all day and just wreaked of disgustingness.
Here it was, the moment of truth, the power of the Angels and God and everything they were saying was about to burst out of me and stop this demon gorilla in its path…any minute now…any minute.
First his smell hit me… then he hit me.
I swear my head completely spun around. My son later assured me that it didn’t but I truly thought my neck had broken and my head completely spun around.
