Captain Freedom throwing St George out of a window

She took a quick step back. St. George heard someone move behind him. He turned and Freedom slammed a football-sized fist into his head.
It didn’t hurt, but he wasn’t ready for it and the force of the blow sent him reeling for a moment. Before he could shake his head clear Freedom had spun him around, grabbed his belt and one shoulder, and was forcing him across the room. The larger man took one step past St. George and lifted him up, the perfect position to—
He flailed, tried to stop himself, but it was too late.
Freedom hurled him at the window. St. George crashed through the blinds and felt part of the aluminum frame snap under his shoulder. All he could hear was the chime of broken glass and the rustle of the blinds tangled around him and the rush of wind in his ears.

Excerpt From Ex-Purgatory, pg 539-540
Peter Clines
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