Action
[Here's a sight that's all too familiar. His target weakened, on the ground, moments away from death. Fingers are tightening around the soft, delicate skin on her neck, every passing second one where his expression grows more sinister and movements more harsh, as if to accentuate what he's deriving from this. She does scratch, but now the rush is worth the price he pays. Closer to the ground, and being as tall as he is, the kneeling on his side must be taken carefully to balance being at her height and simultaneously able to perform the task at hand.
Soon... soon.
As she's nearing unconsciousness, death even, he begins to chuckle, all the turmoil of the day wiping away.]