With an almost lazy swing of one of your mighty arms, you crush the child's physical body.
She dies instantly.
Her bones crack like so many twigs, her organs nearly liquefying from the force of the impact (what you lack in special abilities or higher intelligence, you make up for in disproportionate brute strength). Her skull shatters like an antique vase, splattering her brains everywhere.
In an instant, her body is barely more than a bloody smear on the pavement.
But her body's not what you came for.
Pulling your arm back, you see her spirit rise from the spattered gore that was her body, a short chain hanging from her chest.
She stares uncomprehendingly at what had only seconds ago been her. The suddenness of her death has left her stunned, making her even easier prey for you.
You snatch her up in one hand, feeling the resistance her spiritual form offers as you squeeze it -- she definitely has a considerable amount of spiritual power: compared to how her physical body flew apart the second you touched, her soul is exponentially sturdier.
You guffaw cruelly as she sees herself caught in your massive hand, then looks up and sees your masked face leering down at her.
She shrieks in terror, hurting your eardrum analogues and just plain irritating you.
So you tighten your grip to silence her. It takes a surprising amount of force, and a fair several seconds, but eventually you feel her ribs crack, and she is instantly quieted.
It's very hard to scream for your life when you're coughing up blood, after all.
Sensing that girl was liable to expire again very soon, you decide to eat quickly before she could dissipate.
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