"We Demacians are no easy prey…"

Quick Prey

Chapter 1

Quinn dashed over fallen trees and through tall forest grass, her feet barely even touching the forest floor. The Demacian scout looked up at Valor in the dark night sky; he looked almost invisible, but not to Quinn. Their years of training together led them up to this moment—the moment of capturing a dangerous Noxian assassin. Quinn knew that this wasn't going to be an easy task, but Demacia needs a hero.

Quinn hated the smell of this forest—here it was nothing like the calm forests outside of Demacia—it smelt like sulfur and the poisonous rivers that flowed in the city-state of Noxus. She covered her nose with her hand as she slowed her pace. As she looked up at Valor, she noticed that his flying pattern was signaling that something was nearby. There was a sudden rustle of brush on her left and she tumbled a distance away from the sound, aiming her crossbow.

The Demacian loaded arrows into it and slowly drew back the trigger. The click of the trigger was so loud in the darkness that it sounded like a bomb had gone off. The large target jolted up from the bush with a yelp. Quinn was relieved it was only a doe. The large animal leaped from the brush, twitched its ears in the direction of the scout, and then bounded back into the forest when Quinn lowered her crossbow. Quinn sighed as she got back to her feet, brushing off the dead leaves and dirt from her knees as she stood.

"You drop your guard too easily, Demacian," snarled a deep voice in her ear. Quinn gasped as she felt a cold feeling on her neck. Looking down she recognized the long sleek arm blade—it was the trademark weapon of the assassin that had been wreaking havoc in Demacia. She turned her eyes and met with a pair of dark eyes hooded by a deep violet cloak. His eyes were as cold as the blade pressed to her throat.

Quinn didn't even notice his presence at all—he was quick—and she guessed neither did Valor or he'd call out a warning to her. She knew that this was the man she was looking for these past few days. The scout heard stories of this man killing thousands without leaving a single trace; she was foolish to even think that he didn't recognize that she was tracking him. Even his breathing was quiet, like he wasn't even breathing at all. Quinn had no doubt in her mind that this was him—it was Talon.

Talon kept his blade at the scout's neck as he swiftly took the crossbow from her left hand. He unloaded the weapon with ease and tossed it over his shoulder. Quinn heard it land in the dead leaves just a few yards away. She knew that if push came to shove with him, she had to fight. Quinn raised her hand to whistle to Valor but Talon caught her hand, pulling it behind her neck harshly.

"I know you were thinking of calling that wretched bird," Talon growled as he pressed his blade closer to Quinn, making her gasp for breath. "Yes, I knew you two were following me. I must say your tracking skills are excellent, but even someone of your skill doesn't know when they are being followed themselves. That was your mistake." Talon snickered with his grip on Quinn tightening; he was lifting her straight off the ground. The rumble of his deep voice had the scout's stomach tying itself in knots. The Demacian was struggling for air as the assassin pressed her full force against his body.

Talon heaved Quinn on the cold ground, knocking off her helmet. Quinn took in a sharp breath of air, so sharp she began to cough. The scout felt her throat and looked on her fingers for blood—but there was none, he was using the back of his blade. She heard Talon's footsteps approaching her slowly. The scout scrambled to get to her knees, but Talon snatched her arm and flipped her on her back. He moves fast! Quinn looked up at him towering over her. She gazed at the blades on his cloak as they glistened in the moonlight. As she gazed back up at him, Quinn noticed that he was looking down on her; all but his frowning lips were covered by the shadow of his hood.

She quickly jerked back as he got on his knee. He pressed the sharp side of the blade on her neck as he grasped her chin in his other cold hand. Talon brought himself closer, less than an inch away from Quinn. He was completely still while looking down at the woman. The Demacian's golden eyes widened as she figured out what was coming next.

"I'm sorry… Valor," she whispered as she closed her eyes. Quinn heard the Noxian scoff as he pushed her face away. Her stomach churned as she heard him get up, his blades clinking together with his swift movement. Quinn turned to look back at him, the soft moonlight shined on his eyes. They were dark, cold, and yet they were beautiful.

"Next time we meet I won't be so forgiving." He snarled before dashing off into the dark woods. Quinn rolled to her side while she watched the cloak's glisten fade. Speechless, the scout sat up. What did he mean? A screech came from the sky and the Demacian saw her partner circling around her. She reached for her helmet and crossbow and then whistled to Valor.

"Valor to me!"

Headcannon: Talon has a soft spot for pretty girls.

Update: Thank you Jacob for helping me fix my errors :)