Mirror, Mirror, on the wall. You are the fairest of them all.
The daughter of the war goddess struck again and again, yet Octavian parried all of her blows. Her dark hair, now loose of its braid, swirled around her head like a shadowy halo. The thing that caught Jason's attention the most, though, was her eyes. They had become like glass; two hard, glittering orbs reflecting the horror around her. "Like mirrors" He thought, as he fought his way towards her.
It was through these tiny mirrors that he saw the final blow coming. He knew there was nothing he could do to help her, but he used all of his strength to try anyways. He ran towards her, and watched the dark mirrors grow wider as Octavian's sword fell and slashed open her waste. What he didn't see through his tears, was the little looking-glasses dim as she crumpled to the ground below.
Mirror, Mirror, on the wall. Easy to break, easy to fall.
Jason reached her as she was gasping her final breaths. She tried to say something, but was stopped as her eyes darkened, never to see again, only to reflect. "Now they really are mirrors." He thought, as he stood; ready to defeat the man who had done the same to her. Octavian stared down at him, his amusement not hidden. "Care to avenge your little girlfriend?"
Jason didn't even bother responding. He flipped his coin, took his sword, and swung it down as hard as he could at Octavian's neck. Octavian jumped away lightly, the blow being clumsy with anger. "You're going to have to do better than that if you don't want to join her." With that, he raised his sword, and the real fighting began.
Jason found Octavian to be much more skilled than he had originally expected. His defense was almost impenetrable. Almost. Octavian seemed to have a problem guarding his right side. Feinting toward the left, Jason then danced around to the augur's right, slashing open his side.
The blond-haired boy fell, grasping his right side tightly. Blood flowed freely around him, both Octavian's own and Reyna's, but his mind wasn't on that. Jason was out for revenge, and he wasn't dead yet. Jason's sword point rested lightly on his forehead.
"You killed her. Now, it's your turn to die."
With that, Jason slashed open his throat, leaving him to choke on whatever life he had left. As he walked away, Jason knew he was walking away for good. Never again would he see those mirrors, always so full of life, of love. Never again would he see the girl that they belonged to. His oldest friend. His general. His warrior. His love.
Mirror, Mirror, on the wall. Once so fair, now not there at all.