"Fine," Soren mumbled. He'd cast Death for the first time in a long time since he'd learned it. His mother had taught him using wolves, vicious animals that would have bitten him anyway. He'd never used it on a human before. They were fine for fifteen seconds, then suddenly a dark, cloying mist hovered over their heads before taking an almost human form. They dropped dead then, and Soren didn't want to know what happened to them specifically.