Soka gave her a mad grin as he twisted his blade within her. He had expected a better match from her, but it seemed her lack of spirit drained the strength of her arm as well. "Our cause cannot be stopped." he told her with finality, and he pulled his sword out of her one last time, before raising his blade up. It would be the last words he ever uttered, for an arrow punched through his neck from the tree line. It was an arrow that Mikasa would recognize. It was one of Soka's that he had lost when they had charged after the foreigners. 

If she looked out to the trees, she'd see Meldarion there holding Soka's bow. His face grim and the bowstring still slightly shuddering from the power of the shot. Rylen rode up from out of the trees, his horse halting with a neigh. "Oh for God's sake." he uttered, very tired of this farce. Meldarion said nothing to his companion. He only tossed the bow to the ground, and rested his hands on the sash belt at his waist. Soka collapsed to the ground, blood gurgling from his lips and neck.

"Why would he attack you." the Swordsmaster asked, his voice brooking no argument or denial. He gazed at her, straight into her soul with his penetrating eyes. He seemed to care very little at the moment that she had been wounded, perhaps grievously.  
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