[The barely-there smile hasn't left, only fading away once he puts away his borrowed blade, guard meeting the sheath with a click.]

Don't call me that.

["Boyo".]

Magic is magic. You used yours, I followed suit.

[He casts a glance around them. The sand gone's messy with proof of their efforts, and their slain targets lay lifeless in it. Slashed, stabbed, impaled with ice. Short as it was, at least there was a very temporary attempt to make it interesting.]

At any rate, that was simple enough. I assume that removing their hearts will be just as straightforward.