A freight train sounded about right, difficultly stopping and all.

Which in this instance, almost four hundred pounds of muscle and implants carried a bit of momentum after changing course and barreling after a much smaller, swifter husky.

Volgin tried his best to stop, if by the last ditch, useless effort of jerking his body in a redirecting twist. Unfortunately, he might as well have been trying to skid his way to home plate as his feet headed straight for Raikov's and winded up on his side, possibly having a younger man on top of him.