It's the glint of armor that catches Thancred's eye first. The height second. He hears the footsteps, sees the legatus armor in the mirror. At first, he thinks it just another trick. Something Lahabrea conjured to catch him off guard in order to strike. But the man in the mirror has since ceased his chatter, almost as if it sensed what was to come.

He hears the command, his eyes flicking to the source of the noise for a split second to register the barrel of the gun pointing at the glass. His eyes widen, then shut. He tenses, awaiting the inevitable shot to ring out.

In the wake of the shattered glass, it will still take a few moments for Thancred to turn to face Eula. Looking at where the reflection once was, now splintered, no Lahabrea stares back. But he almost swears he can hear his laugh echo and fade away.