Crrack ! the blow came out of nowhere , breaking Harold ' s nose and and knocking him to the ground . As he rolled on the floor clutching his face , he managed to force out a what was that ? !? between the various profanities issuing from his mouth . A kick to the gut silenced him , if only for forcing the air out of his lungs . Shut it kid . You don ' t know how much you deserved that . The owner of the boot growled at Harold . Harold attempted to apologise to the boot , managing a quiet whimper . The boot retreated , and Harold sat up . This wasn ' t supposed to happen . He had come to the park to meet his Guardian Angel . Random violence was not on the cards . He looked around and found the boot owner sitting on the bench . Towering over Harold , the man clenched and unclenched his knarled fists , a sly grin on his face . His muscles bulged in an ill fitting suit , the tie pulled loose to allow the shirt to fit around the behemoth ' s neck . The boot owner looked at Harold , causing him to flinch . Well kid , what do you want to ask ? Harold stared , horrified . You ' re my Guardian Angel ? You ? The man snarled , and wings spread behind him . Dirty wings , wings that looked like they ' d been through a hurricane , but wings nonetheless . Of course I ' m your angel . You think anyone else would take the job ? The angel shuffled along the bench . Come ' ere kid . He reached out his hand and grabbed Harold ' s nose . Nonononono . Crrack Aargh ! Harold screamed as the Angel ' s mouth flicked a smirk . There , kid . Good as new . Harold rubbed his nose . The pain had faded and he found no evidence of a break . He glared at the angel . What was that for ? Harold ' s anger seemed to pass over the angel , who started to laugh . What was that for , kid ? What was that for ? The Angel wiped away a tear . Kid , do you know what you ' ve put me through ? The horrors I ' ve faced ? The angel shook his head . My wing still aches in cold weather . But but Harold sputtered . I haven ' t done anything wrong . He shielded himself as the angel leapt from the bench . Anything Wrong ? !? the Angel roared Kid , you are the very definition of something wrong . He seemed to calm , and shook his head . They ' ve even named a Law of the Universe after you , that ' s how wrong you are . The Angel sighed sadly and stared off into the park . And I , Guardian Angel Frank , 1 st Class , am tasked to protect you , Harold Murphy . Or rather . The angel Frank grimaced protect the Universe from you