A red light flashed among the blueness of Miss Christen's vision before everything went dark.
Khan bent down, no emotion on his expression, while he grabbed Miss Christen's white hair. He straightened himself, and those strands followed him, accompanied by Miss Christen's severed head.
A few drops of blood fell from Khan's palm on Miss Christen's hair, slightly tainting it. Far more flowed out of her severed neck, dripping on the alabaster body underneath. On that cozy night, an evolved warrior had lost her head at Khan's hand.
Khan glanced at the severed head before looking at the body below. Reason wanted that beheading would be enough to kill anyone, but Miss Christen was an evolved warrior and a special case at that.
Some people could be tricked, but Khan only had to focus on his senses to uncover the lingering vitality inside the beheaded body and severed head. Technically, Miss Christen wasn't alive, but she wasn't dead, either, and Khan had to solve that problem.
