kicks desk

I planted my back foot, the one still flat on the floor, and kicked the desk over top of him. It was a big heavy thing. A good three hundred pounds of solid oak. It was on him before he could fire the MK-23 and I was up and leaning over the top and slamming a fist down hard into his face and ripping the pistol from his hand. I tossed the gun behind me and leaned my weight on top of the desk and let all five hundred and fifty pounds press down on his ribcage.
-Sledge vs. The Labyrinth pg. 50