In the mess hall, food was being passed around. Mostly to Ilyana, who somehow ate enough for the rest of the troops, but food eventually made it to the others. Soren was found in his usual place, consulting various scrolls and generally eating by himself. Ike and Titania were engaged in maintenance discussion, whereas Makalov was attempting to get anyone to gamble, having passed on Rhys and Mia and keeping his distance from his sister. Ike looked up from his discussion and approached Soren.
"Everyone appears to be here with the exception of Kieran. Have you seen him?"
Soren didn't bother to look up and kept on writing notes. "Likely sparring with himself and splitting his head open again."
"He keeps Silver and Bolt Axe, that much I can guarantee!"
Soren sighed, extremely frustrated. "Or the buffoon is bathing again." He stormed out of the mess hall towards Kieran's position.
"Why not use bows, they said, just like General Geoffrey?"
He closed in incredibly fast and lifted his hand, summoning a strong wind to literally blow Kieran out of the water. However, much to his dismay, the wind simply ruffled the water; Kieran was still singing.
"Built-in remedies for lances and strong reprise, an any-time kickass weapon you can't decline!"
Soren, agitated, lifted his arm again. The winds were strong this time and began to converge amongst themselves. He was positive that would do it, yet he stared again at Kieran's singing form in the water.
"Sharper edge and harder hits, Kieran'll chop you to bits extraordinarily fast!"
With a yell, he raised his hand once more. There was no way anyone could survive Soren casting Tornado. The winds were so strong, Soren couldn't even see the river in front of him. With a smug look on his face, he looked out onto the water.
And immediately, his jaw dropped.
"I'm a killer knight, defense and strength to boot, faster when I'm on pursuit, guaranteed to cut you down, anytime!"
Soren walked back to the mess hall dejected. Whether he missed or it had no effect, he didn't care. He walked back in as moody as ever and buried himself in his scrolls before beckoning Ike over.
"Ike, here's the report of our last battle. Everyone performed at their best and no one was injured beyond their capacity to heal." As Ike nodded in understanding, he added, "I would also like to report that Kieran is immune to wind magic, as it apparently blows right through the empty chasm that is his head."
Ike eyed Soren. "What do you mean by-"
"Drop of a hat, he's a deadly one…"
When Ike looked back at Soren, he had already buried his head in his scrolls and tomes, making several agitated noises.