crushes Rudolph

I raised my shield and slowed to a walk. Some of the shots went wide. Some bounced off the shield. None of them threatened me.
“You can’t!” Rudolph screamed. He fumbled at his armpit and withdrew another magazine. “You can’t!”
Before he could reload, I just walked forward into him, holding up the shield, and smashed him back against the steel door behind him.
Then I set my legs against the ground and started pushing.
Rudolph made a short, high-pitched sound of pain. The shield caught the barrel of his gun and forced it one way, his wrist another. The idiot still had his finger locked on the trigger. I heard the finger break.
“Dresden, no!” Rudolph screamed.
I pushed harder. Fire might have been good, but my damned arm would make it difficult. This felt better. Felt right. I thought about saying something about grinding his bones to make my bread, but I didn’t feel like conversation at that moment. Besides. Why waste breath on a corpse?
We were in pandemonium.
No one was going to ask any questions about one more body.
I pushed harder. Rudolph tried to scream again. There wasn’t enough room between my shield and the metal door for his lungs to expand all the way, so it came out breathy and weak. His eyes were wide and terrified, I noted, but that was to be expected. He was dying, after all.
The sour scent of urine filled the air.
I took note of it and adjusted my feet slightly so that I could lean in harder.
He went for his phone, of all the stupid things. His goddamned phone. As if anything there would do him any good. As if it would function and let him call for help. As if it would arrive in time to do him any good.
The phone fell from his fingers as he tried to gasp for breath.
I saw it on his face when he realized what was going to happen. When the panic took him, and the tears. When his hope faltered and died.
It made me feel something hot and sweet deep in my guts.
You killed her.
Feel what I feel, you bastard.
My teeth were bared. I felt sick, and hollow, and strong.
I pushed harder.
I heard a bone break. I didn’t care where it might have been. I just liked the sound and wanted to hear more of it.

Battle Ground Chapter 23, Page 208-209