She couldn't help but scream at that, doubling over in pain as much as his grip on her broken arm would allow. She swore she could feel the bones grinding together. Fucking bastard...

Oh, look at that. He'd taken off some of his armor.

When things got bad, Selina had no qualms about fighting dirty. Hell, sometimes she did it for fun. It's wasn't always about style or skill or grace. Sometimes it was just about causing some damn pain.

Knee, meet groin.