I DO NOT OWN LEAGUE OF LEGENDS ©

The first thing he noticed was the body. The body was lying on the floor lying in a growing pool of blood, with a myriad of wounds, ranging from shards of glass jutting out of his throat, the gunshot in his back or the blade jutting out of his chest. The man sighed, he just wanted to get through this city. But of course he couldn't count on this. After all, this was Bilgewater, what was one of the most crime ridden places in Runeterra. The man chuckled despite his grim surroundings in the alley. After all, Bilgewater did have that peculiar ring. He carefully sidestepped the cooling body and headed to the nearest bar. He sighed to himself, why did they always send him to the most complicated assignments that usually landed him into shitholes like this. He leaned onto his staff and adjusted his cloak. He didn't want to attract any attention, after all, that was the whole point of entering through Bilgewater. The trip through the ship had left him exhausted and all he wanted was a warm drink, a place to stay the night and some information about the place. He reached the front of the bar and noticed the tattered sign and the battered doors. Smiling to himself, he stepped inside.

The warmth hit him like a hammer. The inn was better than he had originally thought. The women were busily zipping around, taking orders and delivering drinks. The crowd was what you'd expect. Bunch of hearty sailors and shady pirates. The door creaked quite loudly as he pushed his way inside. The crowd eyed him for a second, but went back to their regular routine. He sighed in relief inwardly, the cloak worked. He stepped up to the counter, sat down and asked for their heartiest stuff. As the drink arrived he heard a crash. His senses were telling him to check the source. After all, the Old Man had always told him about the three golden A's. Analyze, Adapt, and Attack. He grabbed the drink and stood up, heading to the source of the shriek. His back groaned as he stood up. He cursed, he had been too attached to his guitar and had stubbornly taken it. Now his tired muscles were paying for the price. But enough of that he thought as he arrived to the source of the ruckus.

She was nervous. Before her the most powerful man in Bilgewater, Giovanni Cobart and his cut-throat posse and she had just angered them. "Well little lady, seems that you have quite the debt" rumbled the fat man. She had stolen quite the amount of gold from them in the past She tried to keep her cool, he was a man, just like all the others. "Aw come on boys, you can't seriously be mad with little old me" she said as she gave him her classic smile and wink. "Shut yer mouth bitch" said a man that was missing quite the amount of teeth as he pressed a knife to her throat She felt herself go cold. "We ain't leaving without our money" "But" she said, "come on boy I have no money" she laughed nervously. "Well," Giovanni said "You can pay without money". He flashed a vicious smile. Her eyes widened. She started to inch her hands toward the table, if she could get her blunderbusses… But then a hand snatched them from her reach. She started to feel cold panic as the crooks closed into her. She started to try and struggle but the knife stopped her from doing that, she shut her eyes. "Don't worry dearie, this will only last a bit" Giovanni drawled while grinning at her. "After all, you are-" he suddenly stopped talking. After all who could blame him, it was very hard talking when a fist was slowly making its way into your face.

He had enough. This was too familiar, too painful to watch. The fat man, who clearly was the top dog of all the laddies, was going to rape this redhead while everyone watched, too scared of doing anything. He set down his drink calmly into a nearby table, then jumped into the ring of men, smashing his fist into the son of a bitch's face. He had thrown all of his secrecy, but he didn't care. He had failed once, that wasn't going to happen again. The bone dug into his fingers, as he felt the teeth come off in a spatter of blood and the jaw dislocate, slowly crunching under his fist.

She expected hands probing her body. She expected the humiliation and pain. But what she certainly did not expect was Giovanni crashing down into the floor, with a fist shaped indent in his face as his jaw loosely flopped around. The man before him was pretty young, around 20's. He was tall, and had green eyes that shone like emeralds and shaggy scarlet hair. Then she felt delighted. Someone had actually helped her in this hellhole. But as she felt the knife pressed against her throat retreat. She saw the man with the knife approach her saviour from behind. She tried to force out a warning, but the only thing that came out was a cry. Fortunately, it was not needed.

He was dimly aware of the cry that the young redhead let out. His body moved in instinct, his senses forged and perfected by years of battle and training. He twisted around, lashing out and grabbing the mans arm. He pulled it over his head, bringing the man over him. As the man went to the other side, he struck out with his leg. He smiled as he felt the ribs crack and splinter under his foot. The man went flying and crashed through a rotten wood wall. The other men surrounded him, keeping their distance. "Who the fuck do you think you are punk, hitting our boss like that?" Regaining his composure and calming himself, he casually stuck out his staff and dragged a chair to him. He sat down, leaning his head on the back of the chair. "Well sorry, I really didn't want to hurt him, after all, who would have expected my punch to go through all those layers of fat" he slandered. The thugs, their composure snapping bellowed and started charging. But before they could get any further a giant hand bashed into them. The man looked first at the shadow in the floor, then his eyes trailed upward as he heard the panicked screams of the tenants of the inn bolt for the door. "Oh boy"

Her mouth fell agape. Before her, was a man roughly 2 meters tall, with giant powerful muscles rippling under her skin as he roared. His face was scarred, and he was missing a chunk of his nose. "That's Melchor, the strongest henchman of Giovanni's rank!" she exclaimed. The man just looked at her and smirked. "But he's still a man isn't he" he said as he cracked his knuckles. "Don't fight him, he'll kill you!" she blurt out. The only thing she got was a snort. "Stronger have tried."

"LITTLE MAN HURT BOSS, I KILL LITTLE MAN!" the giant bellowed. "Oh boy!" the man said in a excited manner "Death and suffering, I love it! Dude, can I also have a side dish of agony?" everyone that hadn't already fled the bar sweatdropped. The giant just charged, bringing his fist down into the man. The man nimbly leaped sideways as the chair shattered into pieces. He calmly dusted off his cloak and stared at the giant. The giant enraged grabbed a bottle and threw it at the mans face. The man simply plucked the bottle mid air "Thanks for the drink" and then he took a swig of it. The man squinted at the giant "Hey, I didn't know that they were getting trolls to be serving girls" The giant now at his maximum anger bellowed and charged headfirst, resembling a angry bull. The man smashed the bottle on a nearby, then after nimbly sidestepping Melchor's advance he stabbed a shard of glass in his back. The giant fell, but after trying to get up he suddenly realised he couldn't feel his legs limbs. "Hit ya right in the spine son, the main nerve center of the body. Don't worry, it'll just be temporary" When Melchor started to scream in rage while uselessly trying to move his extremities the man grabbed a unconscious thug, took of his socks and stuffed them into Melchor's mouth, the screams were muffled. He started dragging Melchor to a corner, where he propped him against the wall."You have been a very bad boy, stay here and think about what you have done" the man said with a mock chiding tone. Then somehow he withdrew a comically large cone hat with donkey ears on it with the word "DUNCE" scribbled onto it. He put it over Melchor's head, then stood back to behold his masterpiece. The man just reached into his pocket and withdrew a cigarette, lit it and took a deep drag. As he exhaled and coughed a bit he faced the redhead "Hell, if anything is going to kill me it's going to be one of these little bastards" he said as he gestured to the cigarette in his hand. "By the way, I never caught your name" Recovering from the surprise she managed to stutter out "Sar- Sarah Fortune" "Well Miss Fortune" he said, "try and keep your guns with you, a awesome handsome white knight like me won't always be around to save you" he said with a goofy grin. Then he stuck out his hand and said "Roland's the name" Sarah accepted the gesture and timidly shook hands with him. "By the way, what is the way to the Institute of War?"

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