A large man, definitely Anglo-Saxon, and who was filled with a kind of holy mission there on the spot. I didn't ask. Instead I kind of hunkered down in an attempt to endure the blast. It kept coming at me in waves. I felt my face reddening, but I kept my eyes straight ahead.
Tunnel vision can be a definite advantage on occasion.
Anyway, I had conducted my own judicial process every bit as instantaneous as the lightning flash I had generated. Which did not seem instantaneous at all, but rather eternity minus some inconsequential fraction. I stood convicted. Guilty as sin. It was against most of my principles to do what I did.