Heena really wanted to raise her hand and beat the pulp out of them. Her fist clenched so tightly her nails bit into her palm, drawing blood from her own hand. But she couldn't. She absolutely couldn't hit them.
Beating them, torturing them through direct physical violence would be classified as domestic abuse—and while yes, in later years if the protagonists won they would torture the villainess even more brutally than anything she could dish out, hitting them now was completely out of bounds. If Heena so much as struck them hard enough that blood flowed from their bodies, she would receive even worse pain in return through cosmic backlash. That was the problem with protagonist armor.
She gritted her teeth, jaw aching from the pressure. But these men—God, who called them heroes? These bastards had the mouths of devils.
