They've been waiting do this for a long, long time. Bitter words are exchanged between the two, not even beginning to uncover the hate that boils beneath it, not even starting to show the twisted black hearts that lay hidden within them.
After a particularly scathing insult, one that touched a nerve, hit too close to home, he casts a spell with extra vehemence, rage seeping into the whispered words of magic.
Shinon barely dodges the fire magic in time, dropping his readied arrow in the process, hair just barely getting singed.
"So I guess you really don't need me anymore, now that you have Ike."
The insult is said with a sneer, and Soren's sputters incoherently it, too angry to think of a proper comeback. He gets out his strongest tome, wanting—needing—to burn Shinon till there's nothing left but ash.
"Are you gonna kill me? Can you really kill me?"
The words of magic that were spoken so quickly before, so angrily, pause for just a second, just a moment, and he falters.
The arrow pierced him right between the eyes, just as Shinon had intended.
And as Soren falls, as the life leaves his eyes, there's a scream in the background, a fearful cry of, "Help! Help! Soren's fallen! Soren's fallen!"
It was a dirty trick, it was a dirty, nasty, unfair trick and Shinon knew that, he knows that, but he did it anyway.
He hears the anguished scream from behind him, the hurried footsteps coming his way, pounding on the stone floor in fury, but he does nothing to stop them, because doing so is just holding off the inevitable.
"He shouldn't have faltered."
And suddenly, though not entirely unexpectedly, the blade is shoved into his back through to his chest.
He feels the blood leak out of his mouth only for a moment before darkness consumes him.
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