Yeah, it was just one of those things. When someone or something hurt you, it was natural instinct to hurt it back. That's why he'd punched the floor when Artemis had racked him. Which still hurt like a bitch, but he could grab some ice and nurse the injury while he watched the evil hellcat. "We tried," he reminded his brother. "She won't hurt anybody tonight, which is all that matters." Not that he was anymore fond of Artemis right now than his brother was.
"Let me get some damned ice first," he told Eli. "Then I can bitch cat sit first. I'm not going anywhere until my balls drop below my fucking throat again." Which hadn't happened yet, since he'd been moving around. Max limped towards the door.