His hand found the joint where the wing met the body and applied the specific directional force that joints were not designed to accommodate, the force coming from his understanding of the anatomy rather than from simple strength. The joint did not want to go the direction he was sending it.
He sent it that direction.
Kraaa!
The crack was distinct.
The demon made a sound that communicated the quality of what had just happened with more precision than words would have.
Damien moved to the right wing.
The demon twisted, trying to bring what leverage it still had to bear on stopping what was happening. Luton adjusted its grip to account for the twist.
The right wing went the same way as the left.
The demon's attempts at movement were now significantly more limited than they had been two minutes ago. Damien stepped around to its front and looked at it.
The demon looked back.
