Soldat lets her, throwing one of the refugees back, retreating a few steps themselves. They're mostly ignoring Buttercup herself, though, focused more on Soldat.

Soldat, who, while not possessed of much in in the way of magic, is still quite dead and thus part of one of those specific gods' domains. They jerk away from a hand grabbing for their lantern, retaliate with a punch. "Fuck, no, don't touch that."