There's a strange intimacy in killing someone this close and in killing them with your bare hands and teeth. She can feel his heartbeat, she sense the little twitches of his muscles, she can hear the rasp in his throat as he tries to draw breath. It's been a while since she's actually done this and it makes her feel closer to being alive then she has in a long, long time.

Karis feels the breather lash out with his limbs and she recognizes panic and desperation as the movements get a bit more convulsive and the body and mind fight to stay alive. It gives her a perverse sense of satisfaction to see it (feel it) happen and for just a fraction of a moment, she eases the chokehold she has on him so she can croon against his ear (almost like it's some twisted form of comfort), "I told you it would hurt."

Then she sinks the claws of her free hand into the wrist of his free arm and squeezes as blood starts to well to the surface and gives the arm a twist and a yank to the side. Her mouth opens wide and she bites at the curve where his shoulder meets his throat with sharp, jagged teeth.