Henri Rousseau The Dream

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beings fought this way and that in the dimness, like great wasps caught in a mighty spider's web, making no sound: all Will could hear was the breaking twigs and the brushing leaves as they struggled together.
He couldn't use the Regent!"
His voice made Will's head ring; he had never heard such a cry. And a moment later the angel would have sprung into the air, but Will dropped his torch and leapt forward. He had killed a cliff-ghast, but using the knife on a being shaped like himself was much harder. Nevertheless, he gathered the great beating wings into his arms and slashed again and again at the knife: they were all moving too quickly. Instead, he took the electric torch from the rucksack and switched it on.None of them expected that. The attacker threw up his wings, Balthamos flung his arm across his eyes, and only Baruch had the presence of mind to hold on. But Will could see what it was, this enemy: another angel, much bigger and stronger than they were, and Baruch's hand was clamped over his mouth."Will!" cried Balthamos. "The knife … cut a way out …"And at the same moment the attacker tore himself free of Baruch's hands, and cried:"Lord Regent! I have them! Lord