Philip Brown was the king of his little neighborhood.  His gang controlled the drugs on the street, and he was looked upon with respect by all that mattered to him. Only one girl on his turf did not throw herself at him whenever he appeared.  He couldn't understand why, but she was the only one that he had ever really had any interest in!
The other gang members were beginning to make fun of the situation and some of them were even beginning to question his leadership.  He was afraid he was going to have to do something to force the issue, SOON.
As they drove around in their Caddillac one of the other gang members called out, "Hey, boss man, there's little miss holier-than-thou coming back from the convent.  What was it she told you last time?  'Get your over active hormones out of my face?'"
The others laughed.  Philip grimaced.  "Pull over!"  he snapped.
The Caddy soon came to the curb.  "Hey, Joanna!" he called, "Want a ride?  We can squeeze you in, no harm done. Just take you home."
"Not a chance!"  the girl answered. "if you grow up sometime, and get rid of the dope and booze I might be interested, but not before.  I don't associate with the feeble minded!"
"That did it!"  Philip snapped. "Get her!"
The two boys on the outside quickly slid from the car and grabbed the girl, dragging her to the car, but not without some serious lacerations.
"When you're done," one of them snapped, "I want a piece of that!"
"Forget this, boys!"  the girl warned.  "let me go!  My father won't like this!"
One of the boys laughed.  "Your mama don't even know who your daddy was!" he put in.
"Enough!"  Philip snapped. "the warehouse.  Behave," he told the struggling girl, "and when this is over you can go home.  You've gotta learn to respect the men of this neighborhood!"
The girl laughed.  "You've got a long way to go," she answered, "before you can ever THINK of considering yourself a man!"
Philip ripped open her blouse. "I'm man enough to enjoy THIS!" he remarked.
The girl looked out the window and saw two strange shadows pass over the car.
"You're not going to enjoy this half as much as my father is!"  she answered.  "he just loves getting at little boys like you."
The Caddillac pulled behind the warehouse and came to a stop.  Everybody piled out and the girl was dragged after them.  The others were so intent on watching Philip drag his prize towards the warehouse door they didn't see The Winged Being and the man in ancient armor carrying a great ax land behind them.  The Winged Being grabbed the last two and drove their heads together with a resounding CRACK!
As the other two turned around to see what was happening they got vicious backhands that sent them flying, then the Being had Philip by the back of the throat and lifted him off the ground as if he was nothing, turned him around, and transferred him to the other hand.
"What to hell?  Oh my God!" Philip cried.
The man in armor laughed.  "Wrong kind of angel!" he commented.
"Watch our back, Ax Man!" The Winged Being snapped.  His companion nodded.  "Now," The Winged Being continued, "you were planning on doing very unpleasant things to my child.  I don't like that!  I think before I rip off your useless head, I'll rip off something else, to leave a little message for other men like you around here."
The Being grabbed the front of his pants but Joanna called out, "Father, please don't!  He may be of use to us.  And if he is I'd like to keep THAT intact.  I may want it functional some day."
The Being looked at her with a disgusted expression.  "THIS?" he asked, "You think THIS may be of use to us?"
"He has natural leadership abilities," the girl answered, "and can be quite resourceful and talented when he hasn't got something messing up his mind.  If he promises to behave himself and cooperate with us, couldn't you be forgiving?  I mean, all he did was tear my blouse."