'I swear,' He thought to himself, stringing his bow and nocking an arrow as he strode into the forest to get some target practice, 'If I have to listen to them one more time I might feather them both.' It didn't help his mood, that at that moment, Ike chose to pass him by, sheathing his sword and whispering under his breath in a singsong voice, "It's friday, friday~" while puffing his chest out proudly.
"Off to enjoy your sub-human-with-benefits?" Shinon sneered. He was tired of listening to screeches of "OH, IKE!" every fuckin' Friday night. Ike stopped dead. "What did you say?"
"You know, that cat whore, the one you get it on with every week," Shinon said carelessly, smirking.
"Don't you talk that way about Lethe," Ike snarled threateningly.
"Or what? You'll kill me?" Shinon laughed. "It's disgusting, the way you two fornicate like horny rabbits all the time, and the rest of us have to listen to it." Ike roared and drew his sword again, but Shinon was quicker. An instant later, a high-pitched scream echoed through the camp. Fuming, yet still somewhat satisfied, Shinon tromped off into the woods while Ike waddled back into the main camp, a wooden, feathered shaft sticking from his groin, whimpering like a child with a splinter all the while.
Lethe would not be pleased.