X's style is poetic if one finds ruthless, brutal efficiency beautiful -- or if one is fond of the spare quality of translated haiku, perhaps.

But at this precise moment X is all speed as she spins out of a backhand blow, takes two diagonal running steps, and launches herself at the wall.

Behind Bruce.

She springboards off of that, twisting into a kick that she mercifully does not direct at his face. She does, however, bring her full weight to bear in riding him down, at the same time as she rests the knuckles of one hand lightly against his throat.

"Dead."