miles was caught and thrown aside easily. a bug on a windshield to him. kaya however, was swift. and coupled with the bugs distraction, there was nothing to be done. she hit where she wanted. he had her mark, but her strike didnt move him much. a throw back but no stumble. he put his hand to the fresh bleeding wound and laughed. "what? you plan to hurt my heart?!" he asked in a twisted, sarcastic tone to match his smile. "Alittle late, dumb ass! You already killed the poor thing!" he swung his hands about as he spoke. normal, yet irratic gestures. the blood that pooled in his hand from the wound splattered everywhere while he did this. the floor. the walls. the window, and across her little **** face.