So much for Christians being meek. David was a thick mass of swinging arms and thrashing legs as he tried to straddle Rhychard's waist. He kept lashing out, connecting wherever he could. It took several blows before Rhychard could twist his hips enough to toss the heavier man off him. He used the excess of his jacket to slow the swinging fists from pummeling him into one giant bruise. Rhychard didn't try to defend the accusations, just his body. He rolled on top of the squirming man and caught each of his fists. Once he seized both of David's fleshly weapons, he pinned them to David's chest and pressed down. Rhychard's ribs screamed as the angry deacon kicked and twisted under him trying to get free.
“David! David, knock it off! I didn't do it." The man wasn't listening. Rhychard needed t
