The sound came before the fall. A damp, deep crack, followed by a dry tear that echoed through the room as something too commonplace for that kind of confrontation. Kaguya didn't slow down for a moment. Her arm pierced the older vampire's chest without encountering any real resistance, as if the difference in power between them made flesh, bone, and energy mere symbolic obstacles. Her fingers reached his heart with brutal precision, crushing any attempt at belated defense. The vampire's body still tried to react, an instinctive reflex more than a conscious one, but there was no longer time for strategy, pride, or recovery.
She pulled.
