"Thomas!" Mary rushed forward to pull the pew away from him again. It scraped along the floor, but thankfully she didn't have to move it far. The damn thing was heavy, and she was only a small woman. She knew Thomas would be fine, but she still didn't want him getting hurt.

"Aw, hell," Svetlana muttered, and was lucky to see the pew coming when it was thrown towards her. She braced herself, then smashed it to smithereens with her raised fist. The destruction felt good, and Svetlana smiled dangerously. If there were things and people to be broken here, oh how they would be broken.