Re: promenade ; elevator
The man's body thrashed against the rosary, back and forth, back and forth. He wasn't going to submit willingly. He had tried that. He had tried putting faith in something he didn't truly believe. He had grown up in a church though, and he at least knew the basics. He couldn't quite focus the thoughts enough due to the lack of oxygen. As he moved though, he got the occasional bit of air only to be stifled again.
"I - WILL - ," he growled, thrashing again. His face strained from the effort. His golden eyes bulged. "NOT." His other paw took a swipe at the man, throwing his body to the side at the same time. He was not going down without a fight. "YOU - ARE," he tried to get more air, moving furiously, "GOING - TO - HELL."
"THOU - SHALT," he threw them both forward in the struggle, bringing the holy man on top of him. That position was not any sort of benefit. Maybe the words would be. "THOU - SHALT - NOT - KILL." It was all he had left. A holy man should understand the Ten Commandments.