Stain looks down upon the hero by his feet, defenseless and thoroughly beaten. She had put up quite a fight, but Stain isn't one to give up too easily. He wasn't going to run just because he got hit once or twice, even if that was a sign of power, and she hadn't been trying to run. She's a fighter, but a coward nonetheless.

“You've doomed yourself.” the man starts, his eyes narrowing as he puts more of his weight forward. Even if it's not the sole purpose he does this, he likes the power he feels in these instances and obtains some sick sense of satisfaction as fear fills the faces of false heros. It's what they deserve. He's a towering figure when stood up straight, and this particular hero happens to be the kind he hates the most. She doesn't deserve sympathy.

“Standing up against an opponent who surpasses you in every way. Speed, agility --” he pauses breifly to suck in a breath of cold air. “-- power. Even when you knew you should flee, and may have even gotten away with it, you continued fighting. You idiotically kept kicking, even while your chances of coming out alive half every time you get hit.” Stain continues on. There's nothing this money-driven scumbag can do, and so he can monologue all he wants. It's part of his job to leave an impression, and if this filth manages to survive, maybe it will have taught her a lesson.
He unsheathes his katana, letting it hang by his side as he speaks for just a moment before lifting it up in the air.

“You've had an admittedly good run thus far, but ultimately..” he pauses to quickly aim, preferring to just slam his sword down and be done with it.

“It is your avaricious determination that will be your downfall.”

He's able to spot already wide brown eyes widen, then clench shut as he brings his sword down and--

Stain freezes as he feels something against his leg, flinching and drawing a dagger from his side near instantaneously just from sheer instinct. It takes him a moment to realize what it is in the darkness, but recognizes it's poses no threat whatsoever in a matter of seconds. Oh. Oh! It's.. it's a cat! The man bends down, squatting next to the small, fluffy creature. His eyes adjust to the color, and it's either yellow or white based on the contrast.

“Oh. Hello there.” he hesitates, examining his hand for blood before he places the weapon down and gently strokes the cute little interruption. “I've delt with a few distractions before, but you are one I am not angry about.” he smiles as the kitty walks forward toward him, tail wagging slowly. He feels over the ear, making sure it's eartipped. It's much too friendly to be feral, and seems to love the affection despite what's happening next to them. After a couple seconds, Stain senses a flicker of movement next to him, and he decides it's time to resume.

“Now's not a good time,” he says softly, tone no longer towering and intimidating. It's gotten higher, if anything. “You'll get blood on your coat.” he ushers the cat away with a pat on the bottom, standing up to let it know that their breif time is over. It just looks up at him, and walks forward again, to which Stain steps backwards. He would never forgive himself if a little kitty hurt itself on his boots.
“Go on.” he says, gesturing away. “I'll just be a moment.”

The cat, thankfully, complies, and Stain turns back to finish up what he started. He doesn't say anything about the interruption, needing to get this overwith quickly before she regains movement--

He's interrupted again as the cat meows loudly, turning back to him. It runs back up to him, brushes against his calf, then walks away, pausing at a few feet. Stain can't tell what it wants, but after a moment, he figures it wants to be followed. ... Fine. This can wait. He turns and bends down next to his captured 'hero' once again, retrieving the dagger from the ground to plunge into her arm. He brungs the blade up so his mouth to lick the blood off of, so he has a nice reset on his timer, and then puts both weapons away to follow the mischevious little cat.

It did seem that it wanted to be followed, meowing and looking back. It stops by a dumpster, and then it meows again. Only this time it's accompanied by another meow. “There's more!” Stain gasps softly, bending down and peering around the large bin. Thankfully, they're not kittens, and there are a pair of yellow eyes looking back at him.

And then there's another meow.