Shang smiled at this. He tightened his hold, cutting off more air. He saw the gun drop. He then stopped, moving quickly, performing a cartwheel kick. One foot hit her head, and then the other leg did the same, knocking her on her back.. and in pain.
He ran over and knelt down beside her, staring into her eyes. "Your soul.. is mine." Then he brought his hand down, in a knife-hand gesture, and struck her neck with force. He held a hand over her, watching as blue mist came from her fallen form and into him..