"First Blood!"
Vi looked sceptical; not even two minutes into a game and their team already had a kill? Clearly, by the look of astonishment on Katarina's face, she had not expected it so soon either. They both looked up to see who the lucky Champions were, but froze when they saw the names: Orianna and Caitlyn. They killed Kayle, who, by the heavy sound echoing of frustrated cries, was none too happy.
Katarina turned to Vi, and Vi to Katarina, before they both shrugged. Weirder things had happened in the first minutes of a game; there was the time Blitzcrank decided to see if he could break-dance like Kennen could. Needless to say, it was hilarious to watch.
Just as they and the rest of the team, consisting of Twisted Fate as well as them both, took a single step, the announcer's oddly calming feminine voice echoed.
"Double kill!"
The feint roar of Rengar could be heard from all across the field of Justice of which they were in today- Summoner's Rift- and Twisted Fate simply chuckled as Vi and Katarina looked at one another confusedly. Had Orianna and Caitlyn both been killed?
They looked up, and sure enough, was the fading image of Caitlyn's face next to Orianna's, but not on the right side where the dead Champion's iconic faces went. And there it was, Orianna and Caitlyn were certainly on a roll today; wondering why, though, would get Katarina no kills, no gold, and certainly no blood.
Twisted fate flipped a card between his fingers as he pulled his hat closer to his face, the shadow the brim of the article of attire caused covering his eyes and upper lip. "Well, Lady Luck sure be smilin' on those two." He grinned widely beneath the shade of his hat as he ran a finger across the rim of it, chuckling once more at Katarina's scowl and Vi's look of worry. This is Caitlyn and Orianna getting kills and points for their team while they sit back and do nothing? What was wrong with them! Or, more importantly, what was wrong with the other team? They were dying like flies being drawn into an electric lamp; surely they'd have the brains to not go all into one lane, line themselves up and basically kneel before Caitlyn's gun.
How were they getting kills so fast?
Katarina clearly had the same thought, for she frowned whilst looking at Vi. "Why are we still standing here? The minions aren't even out and they're scoring points!"
Vi laughed, low and throaty, while she patted Katarina's back with a massive gauntleted hand. "Don't you worry, spinnin' top, they'll burn out sooner or later, and when they do, we'll get our turn."
"Spinning top?"
"Triple kill!"
Talon was dead.
Now Twisted fate looked scared; if these two women, one robotic and one flesh, could perform three kills in a row within the first two minutes of a game, then he would hate to go against them, truly he would. He was content with sitting back and letting them have their fun, maybe run out there, hide in a brush and watch the 'magic' happen.
He looked to the small map that he had, and couldn't believe it: Caitlyn was on the top lane, currently shooting at a revived Rengar and Aatrox, while Orianna was in the mid lane, flinging her Ball wherever and whenever a Champion showed; currently, said unlucky Champion was Braum, the mountain of a man with a heart of platinum.
Then he watched as Caitlyn deployed some sort of new gadget she had been working on in her spare time- from what he'd picked up from idle conversation, it was a machine specifically tuned to teleport her to any known machine or automaton within the Fields.
He, as did Vi and Katarina, looked up to see Braum's face highlighted in red while Orianna and Caitlyn's were highlighted in blue.
"Quadra kill!"
"Okay, this is getting ridiculous! How are they doing this!?"
Katarina's frustration was shared as Vi slammed her fists together in desperation. "Why are we just standing here!?"
"Because you're all slackers."
They turned at the sound of the Piltoveran accented, top hat wearing, super sleuth sheriff, Caitlyn herself. Along with Orianna glaring at everyone and everything that dared look in her and Caitlyn's way, of course; those two were inseparable, together all the time and never apart.
Caitlyn strutted over, wearing her Arctic Warfare gear, while Orianna was in her standard look, with just one, teeny finish to it; purple was laced around her waist where she was magically disconnected into two, and some specs of gold artistically drawn around her legs, causing her to look more...well, feminine.
Twisted fate dared to stare at Caitlyn's rear, and elected the gaze, strong and powerful, of one Orianna to land upon him; he shivered, his spine tingling at the look of sheer contempt and hatred for him at that moment. It must be why she fights the way she does; maybe mental conditioning? He shrugged, clearly not wanting to bother himself with the ideals of a scientist: Leave them to figure out how stuff works, he just wants some way to pass the time; his magical ability was exceptional, and coming from his ego inflated mind that says something, so he gave up his search for power, and instead searched for any way, any way at all to simply...pass time.
As if sharing its master's contempt, the Ball shook slightly when it turned to him, before trailing after its masters.
Vi gasped dramatically, almost enthusiastically so. "Oh, woe to me, the simple soul to have been called a slacker!" as if to demonstrate her 'grief' Vi threw her hand over her brow, turning her head to the side and making noises often affiliated to those that have swooned.
Katarina chuckled, but stopped when she saw Caitlyn's unmasked glare; of course they weren't exactly friends, and not much frightens the Sinister Blade, but the sight of a glaring Caitlyn and hateful Orianna is just too much, even for her; well, Riven terrifie3s her, but not because she glares, but because she doesn't. The Exile is strangely calm, almost devoid of emotions, and it scares her ot no end. Oh, and the sword, that too.
Caitlyn sighed, simply stretching her back and unhooking her rifle. She turned around to Orianna and flashed her a smile- which was oddly reciprocated-, then nodded to the three gawping Champions as she adjusted her top hat. She strolled off, Orianna and the Ball right on her heels, and flashed a small smile to Orianna once more, before Rengar's enraged roar hook her from her daydreaming.
Caitlyn loaded her rifle, Orianna patted her Ball, and they both stared into the dense, fog-laden jungle, before they both exclaimed with as much tenacity as thought possible by both.
"Let's go hunting."
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Crouching in the dense, thickened brush of the jungle surrounding the Fields, Caitlyn adjusted her rifle's scope, her crosshairs immediately locking on to the sight of white fur and a scarred eye; Rengar. He'd managed to kill Orianna, ruining their perfect streak of sixty kills- or on Orianna's part sixty assists. No, needless to say, she was out for blood.
She could feel a shadow of someone, something behind her, and smiled slightly at the sound of crunching beneath unbalanced feet- Kayle was angry at her multiple deaths, so levelling herself to the playing fields seemed the best way to take her out.
She quietly loaded her rifle with a bullet, her crosshairs coming dead centre upon his uninjured eye, and just as his keen sight spotted her, widening in surprise and slight fear at being caught unarmed- he had washed the mud and dirt from his fights off of him in the nearby river, dropping his weapons in the process as he shook his mane- a slight swish in the air was heard.
A female cry of pain was heard all over the Fields of Justice.
And then the voice above.
"Shut down!"
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"Please little one! Believe me it was nothing personal!"
Orianna glared menacingly, and Braum, instantly shut his mouth. He had assisted in Caitlyn's death, after all, so it was only fair that her partner in crime be the one to assess his current health- if he was alive, or to live through her wrath, to have any health to speak of.
"Now..." she turned to the tied up Talon; the match hadn't ended yet, so while the minions were feebly mashing their sticks and wands at each other, Orianna had captured Talon. "...What to do with you?"
She would make sure his 'death' would be as painful as possible, and Katarina sat by watching amusedly as Orianna stopped her pacing, glaring down at the tied up Noxian. She snapped her mechanical fingers, eerily similar to how Caitlyn does.
Braum pointed this out, and Orianna simply glared.
Katarina was beginning to like the automaton.
"Torture seems fair, I suppose..." she mulled over the different techniques to torture, and seeing as how Talon had never, himself, been subjected to any of what she mentioned, he began turning green.
"Or...we cut off your prized possessions."
Forget that, his face turned white. Katarina laughed when she saw all colour drain from his face, and simply assumed Orianna was joking.
Braum knew differently, turning away and covering his ears while handing his massive door-shield to Twisted fate, who was watching with mild interest and then extreme fear.
Vi was using some sort of camera device to record the entire event, Talon's manly screams echoing for future generations to come, being viewed by his grandchildren- well, if Summoner magic allowed for testicles to grow back, that is.
Caitlyn, however, was not glaring in disapproval to Orianna's methods, simply smiling menacingly while she placed a small wet towel over her left eye; it was removed, the Summoner magic not able to fix up her eye after Kayle shoved her sword through Caitlyn's dead body's head.
She would never see again, but with Orianna, she would survive.
Aatrox was impassive, while Rengar was practically cowering, while Kayle apologetically threw 'sorry' and 'pardon' around.
A loud, girlish scream followed by Orianna's mechanical humming of a tune Caitlyn had taught her rang through the Jungle. The Summoners watching practically shook in their seat with fear.
When all was said- or screamed at an octave loud enough to shatter glass- and done, Orianna glared down at the whimpering mass of Talon on the floor, ignoring Katarina's laughter and Vi's giggles.
"Don't mess with a married woman."
She used her Ball to finish him off, the voice of a shaky female Summoner sounding through the Fields, as Caitlyn simply bowed to Orianna, took her hand, and walked off, the Ball humming contentedly.
Twisted Fate threw up soon after that.