"Hey! Stop! Stop it! This damned... Ugh!"
Holland spun around involuntarily, bellowing an absurd hymn in a grating voice as he tried to wrest back control of his body with sheer willpower.
His face was flushed red, veins bulging on his stout neck. His expression switched frantically between a dopey grin and extreme, pent-up rage.
He desperately tried to force his flailing arms down and nail his bouncing feet to the ground, but that warm and domineering Power held him in a vise-like grip, making him look like a clumsy puppet pulled by invisible strings.
"Ru-Rudolph! Ellis! For heaven's sake! Help me!"
He seized a moment between verses to catch his breath, squeezing out a broken plea through gritted teeth. His eyes, filled with desperation and embarrassment, made him look like a completely different person from the fearless man he usually was.
Roland watched the scene, which was both hilarious and pitiable, and shook his head slightly. A resigned smile played on his lips.
