"Looks like you win again !"
"Only because you let me . Come on ! Be serious and duel with me !"
The academy was as empty as a cementry . The greasy wooden floors , flaky iron poles and other crumbling scenes of the old building caused it to be an object of eyesore amongst the people of Noxus . However , these distasteful flaws did not keep two children away . One with the age of 6 , and the other 10 years young . Both of them wielded weaponary almost twice as large as their bodies , yet swinging them around as if they were mere assesories .
An axe lies beside the big sized boy , with hair as black as midnight . It was neatly combed back and stood firmly , held together by unknown gels that made it defy gravity in any conditions . He had a solid facial structure , with a square chin and sharp features. This lad went by the name of Darius , and was trained to be one with his enormous axe . His body size was abnormally large for a 10 year old adolecence , but how could you expect any less than someone who swings weight almost similar to a baby elephant's every day ?
A sword gleamed green with runic energy rests in the hands of the pale haired girl named Riven , whose daily activities include a mashup of violence and grace. She had arms strong enough to lift a few monster trucks and shoulders as tough as boulders . Despite this , her figure was outlined with grace , as gentle curves slid down her neck and waist . Her hair , which flutter around the middle of her shoulderblades , shared this attribute as well. Her eyes , despite being the alarming colour of light red , sparkled like a nearly ripe strawberry. Her specialty differs from the boy , as she slashes her way out with not only strength , but swiftness . Her dashes , her twists and her jumps make her incredibly hard to defend against . Being in combat with her was almost eqivalent to fighting a waterfall : The damage is too smooth to dodge and too heavy to block .
Daily companionship for the duo was a habit . These two had similarities they will never shake off. Orphans , best students , fighters , potential leaders . These are names / titles they share . Introducted by their mentors , they hit off immediately and bonded through dangerous combat against each other after their training . Perhaps it was respect that brought the two together , but it was simply because they both had nowhere else to go .
Darius always let Riven win . Never has he made a move to harm this female fighter and kept his sharp axe attatched to her blade . Even when openings were observed , Darius would not take advantage of such a mistake . Instead , he would give the exposed area a gentle prob , inducing a surprised shriek from his opponent . Next would be a hail of pinches from Riven , followed by bickering and ends with the two friends rolling on the ground laughing . The cycle would repeat . Spar , poke , joke . They'd usually lose track of time as they played on .
Now , the pattern resumes to the start , as Riven lowered her weapen and stretched her hand out . Darius grabbed onto it , almost wrapping it completely in his larger one . He got to his feet and picked up his axe . Riven was already in battle position- her left leg behind and sword in corresponding hand .
After another round , they two collapsed to the ground in both laughter and exhaustion . Shoulder to shoulder , they gazed at the dirty ceiling together .
"They're going to tear this old piece of shit down soon , did you know that ?" Darius asked as he wiped droplets of sweat off his forehead.
Surprised , Riven's head jerked to her right to look at her friend .
"No ! Where did you hear that news from ?" questioned the silverhaired fighter.
"Overheard it while Mentor was speaking with others . People are getting real tired of this run down place."
Riven shrugged as she replies back , "I dont know .. yeah sure having nice floors and stuff would be nice .. but I've gotten pretty comfortable with the atmosphere here."
"I didnt know you enjoyed the murky smell of sweat and rust ," snickered Darius , whom recieved a punch as punishment for choice of words.
Riven wondered out loud whether their friendship will change as well . Since old things have to be replaced .
Darius reached for her hand and hooked their pinky fingers together . In a solemn voice , he promises that they would never change . The duo laid there in silence , little fingers grasping on tightly .
Riven thought about that moment as her childhood companion lumbered into Swain's meeting room . Now a fully grown man of 22 years , his massive shoulders carries the thickest of armor plates . Had muscles that could crush boulders and snaky scars creeping on his body , eternal reminder of the blood bath he participates in. Right now , he reeked of blood and let a sickening trail of red the closer he came . Darius had slain his own commander and was now being promoted . His features were like steel , too opque to show emotion . Even if you stared hard , all you'd see is the reflection of your concentrated eyes . She couldn't keep her eyes off him , neither could he rest his eyes upon hers . Riven watched as he recieved a hard pat on the back from his mentor and a chest of gold coins , poundering on whether or not the promise long ago was kept .