Re: promenade ; elevator
The priest withstood the strikes and struggles of the man he sought to kill, holding fast and true by the grace and goodness of his God. Sinners always failed, and the righteous prevailed. "Blasphemy," he snarled. "Sinful, damned creature, the fires of hell are reserved for you. You cannot fight the inevitable. You will be punished." Filthy rotten vermin needed to be exterminated in order to cleanse the world, to protect the innocence and allow God's chosen to prosper.
Oh, the sinner's strength was great. He lost his footing, the priest did, but his hold on the rosary did not falter and he used his position to press his weight down, attempting to pin the man there, as he pulled his holy instrument of strangulation tighter. "God Himself has smote those like you," he told him. "I know the words, just as I know what I do is right."