Kira's fists and feet were flying, beating the undeath out the bastard in front of her. As soon as he had his back to the building, she chose to drive the stake into his eye socket rather than his heart, just to hear that groan of pain that came from his throat. She even smirked a little. Though this was the sort of thing she'd love to do to Charlie instead, she was still enjoying it. After the sound had died down, she took the blade and sliced through his neck. Even then, he was dust.