"I'm faster than you, I'm stronger than you, I'm smarter than you, I'm better than you in every way. So, little hero, what are you going to do?"
He leans over her, his face centimetres from her own, a malicious smirk upon his face. Uravity glares back at him, defiance shining in her eyes. "You'll never get away with this! My friends will stop you, You'll see! You will neVER WIN!!"
"Oh Uravity, Uravity, Uravity," he stands to his full height, towering over the fallen hero, "Don't you see?" He places a switchblade against her throat, pressing just hard enough to draw blood. "I already have!" With a maniacal glint in his eye, Dekiru slashes the blade across Uravity's throat.
As the now corpse of the young heroine slumps forward, dekiru sighs. "Such a waste. Oh well," he spins on his heel, forest-green hair rustling in the slight breeze as he strides out of the warehouse. "I wonder how Kacchan's doing nowadays? Maybe I'll pay him a visit, ehehe."
