deathsconfections

Kurloz had managed to pull Cronus away just in time after he punched Deema. Just in time to not get hit by the outstretched stiletto clad heel aimed straight for Deema's chest. But that wasn't where this all started.
This all started when Deema was given a seemingly innocuous text to meet up with Cronus by the docs that evening around eight. Of course going was not the brightest idea, but Deema knew where Cronus stood in the world, and further knew, this was probably something dumb.
What he didn't know was that this evening, would be his last. Upon arrival he was greeted not only by Cronus, but by Kurloz, Araida, and Kiki. Fuck everything. A few choice words were shared and then Deema got punched right in the face by Cronus who subsequently was yanked away before he could get hit himself.
Upon the blow landing Deema was knocked to the ground, Kiki carefully getting down to sit on his chest.
"Mister Deema Ampora. You have made a grave mistake, and tonight, you shall learn from that mistake." A hand was placed on the side of his face, the shock of the kick leaving him winded and gave her the moment to lean in and whisper in his ear.
"Goodbye, Deema."
With formalities out of the way, Kiki pulled back and punched Deema squarely in the throat. Or at least, she tried. Deema had managed to get enough air back in him to return to the scene completely, and catch her. There was a fire in glare, but Kiki's face was expressionless. Slowly she got up, pulling her hand free from his own.
"If you want to try and live then, well, you are free to fail."
Her words dripped with venom as she watched Deema get to his feet. He was about to respond when she charged, leaving him short for words as he dodged. Obviously this woman was crazy, and sure he knew that for a while, but this time the crazy was trying to kill him, and like hell he'd just stand by and let it happen. As she neared him he reached out and grabbed onto her shoulder, spinning the woman around as his spare hand reached to grab at her throat.
As she turned however, Kiki ducked low, lifting her leg to send another kick at Deema. This time however, all he needed to do was lower his hand, and caught it was. Taking both hands to her leg he threw her off a few feet, leaving the one stiletto in the ground, and with the new imbalance, Kiki found herself on the ground. She took a moment to remove the other shoe, instantly finding Deema upon her.
He swung down at her neck, and she let him, catching him at the last second with her hands and one foot, using the three to flip him over, onto the ground, onto his back. Both on the ground now a moment was given for each to stand before they clashed again. Each blow given was only returned twofold, every move being met by something more vicious than before. However there was one thing Deema couldn't compensate for.
That is to say, hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
Kiki was ruthless and unforgiving, and so was every hit she landed. Time was on her side today, and as it passed she seemed only to grow more determined to bring Deema down, and eventually, she did. She had him pinned, and with only a hand to spare, she placed it right on Deema's face.
Without a scrap of mercy his head was lifted and then relentlessly smashed into the concrete of the sidewalk they had ended up on. Each time his struggles against her grew weaker, as each time there was less in his head to concentrate with. Eventually there was nothing left but a scrap of life in him, barely anything, but it was enough to leave Kiki satisfied.
She got up, hands and clothes smothered with blood, her own and otherwise, collected her shoes, and walked over to Kurloz.
"Your turn, Romeo."