Calhoun laughed loudly after the punches thrown at him by Sam. The way it came out between the short breathes showed up much the hits hurt. Bleeding from the nose, the jaw bruised and moving stiffly, and his stomach flexing painfully after the laugh.
"You kids. At least you're good for a laugh." He wheezed out. "You think we actually care about all this?" Calhoun leaned back and grinned lazily. "You kids got a religious text where you're from, right? What happened when the deity of your world got tired of humanity's shit? Probably hit that big old reset button, huh? Too wicked to keep on the face of the world so wipe the slate clean. Start over again. Who says we're doin' anythin' different? You don't get to the reset without shedding blood."
Normally, religion wasn't on the table to Selina. Normally, she just ignored it and moved along in life. She had her own personal issues with it and kept them to herself. She couldn't explain why, especially given her stance on religion, but that comment made her angry. The world was screwed up--every world was screwed up. Who the hell were these people to think it was okay to decide it was time to wipe the slate clean with blood?
She stalked forward, moving around Sam with a certain cat-like motion. Then she raised her heel, placing it against the chair and tipping him onto his back. Selina was about to speak when Calhoun simply let out another laugh. Their hairs on the back of her neck stood up before she gave a swift kick to his face. Without a word she turned and made her way out of the warehouse, leaving the brothers to do whatever they wanted to the tied up man. Selina was still outside the building, but she knew if she didn't separate herself from him? She'd do something she'd regret.
Sometimes she really hated the fact she was trying to be a better person.