Karma's initial thoughts swayed back and forth and suddenly, he was convinced killing off these brats was better than taking on any mature approach. Whether that meant cleansing them or not didn't matter, which was perhaps not good at any time of the day and would probably come to anger his God. In his excuse, however, he was defending Him so his Lord had more reason to be angered if he chose to walk away. The man was hard to phase, even on the poorest of days but today, somehow, a group of hoodlums had crossed the line and spoken a tad bit too much. Karma didn't care if they were just a bunch of careless mundanes, one insult to his religion was enough for him to lose ethics.

It had happened a little bit after the whole ordeal with Shadow-boy and his followers. With a cut finger, Karma had managed to do so much but heal it fully. His healing skills were practically out of his control and acted upon their own will so urging them to create a new finger was something he had no idea how to do. Thus, he had strolled down the filthy street of Shanghai, stumbling onto gangsters every other second. They didn't do much but spare his blade glance, but once he had reached a small convenience store, he had spotted a whole group of them loitering outside the building. He had asked them for the nearest place to get his finger back, whatever that had meant, and had naturally been met with questions. The men were nice, friendly, and quite taken aback by his sliced finger. They got the wrong idea, assuming he was a member of their own and started joking, bantering, altogether keeping a friendly but too-comfortable conversation going. At first, Karma hadn't minded really. He actually liked the way they spoke even though every inch of them screamed sin. It was when one of them had decided to throw a comment on the redhead's choice of religion that the man's smile had ceased.

Karma's hand dove for the boy's throat resulting in a cough for air followed by two hands sprawling over Karma's forearm, trying to tear him off. The men tensed, some took a step back, others prepared. For what exactly, they didn't know yet. It was when Karma picked up the boy by the throat all while his fingers dug hard onto the sides that the noises started changing into more alarmed, frightened ones, the men around quickly catching on and taking out whatever weapons they had on them.

"What the hell are you doing?! L-Let him down!" One of them had spoken up. Karma's eyes swayed towards the guy, blank and void of any emotion he had had prior to the comment. With no response, the man's fingers started heating up, this time the voice of the boy turning more so into screams than anything. His fingers heated up and melted the skin that was in contact, instantly letting them thrust onto the neck of the guy and kill him by crushing the insides of his throat.

"What the actual—" One had started just to be cut off by another man screaming as he lunged at Karma with a wooden bat, aiming to hit him in the head. He had managed, mostly due to the redhead being utterly off guard, but as his head jerked to the impact of the bat, so did it, cracking open to let the top part hang loosely by the bottom part. The man froze, his eyes more confused than scared as Karma's head rose back up, the boy that was at his hands dropping to the floor lifeless.

"You think the Lord is but a 'stupid fantasy'?" Was all Karma could manage before wrapping his fingers around the man's collar and swinging him over to his side onto the floor, his body colliding with the hard ground resulting in a soundless snap of bones. Karma's hands didn't lose grip on the shirt as he looked up to glare at the rest of them.

"You commoners appreciate nothing of what the Lord does to you, it's only natural that you disobey his every word and rebel against him. I know you will eventually end up in hell with regret, but I really don't fuckin' mind speeding up that process, y'know!"