"Quadra-Kill!"
Shit!
I throw myself at the ground, barely dodging a deadly bold from Vayne. At the Nexus turrets, Vayne and I were brawling for the win, only, Vayne had some unwelcome friends with her: a wounded Volibear and her support Nami. She's also just scored a Quadra-Kill.
Stupid Novice Summoners, you can't just let an ADC kite like that. And just because you can't hit her right away doesn't mean to attack the tanks! Ugh, ok, if I die, we lose... I can't die, I can't die.
I dodge another bolt and let the massive Ursi flip me. Using the height to my advantage, I shower my opponents with bolts. Vayne dodges the majority of the projectiles by tumbling out of their path, and Nami heals them both instantly after anyway. I land quickly and vault from Nami back under the safety of the run down turrets.
No real damage has been sustained.
Voli is now tanking the two towers- and is doing a terrifyingly great job might I add- as Nami readies her Aqua Prison to hold me still. Vayne activates Final Hour picking up speed and attack damage. The giant bear roars at me, shaking my senses and slowing me while I get scooped up in one of Nami's bubbles. I reach for my throat as my lungs fill with water, gurgling for air. Vayne tumbles around me and condemns me to the turret, knocking the water out of my body.
"Aim for the eyes!" I cough loudly for Valor and he makes sure Vayne misses her shot. While he's distracting Vayne I pick up my crossbow and take shots at Volibear. He's suffered massive damage from the turrets and is starting to show it.
"An Enemy has been Slain!" The overjoyed annoncer exclaims my kill. I give a quick smile, determination glowing in my eyes. Valor's distraction over, he starts to flap his way up into the sky.
I can do this!
That was sadly short lived as Nami traps me in another Aqua Prison and tanks the towers for Vayne. I hear Valor squawk in panic as I'm caught off guard, trapped in yet another suffocating bubble. Vayne takes her aim for the kill shot, a victorious smirk on her face, but before she can fire, Valor takes my place and burst down from the Heavens. He rams himself into Nami, slowing her, the mermaid tries to escape but the eagle is too quick for her. Blinding Assault deals more damage and we Tag Team back causing the storm of bolts to rain down.
"Double Kill!"
And then there was one...
I squint around in search of the Night Hunter.
Maybe she recalled to wait for her team to respawn. I guess I could push then...
I relaxed my tensed shoulders and turned to pursue the blue minion wave down the middle lane. Two bolts entered a purple melee minion, and it fell to the ground. I take my aim at another minion when I see Valor quickly swooping down to 'SKREE' at me. Taking caution in his warning I glance around, but apparently too late as I see a bolt fly towards me, then darkness.
"Ace!"
Fuck!
The summoner magic takes its effect on me, raising 'me' up in the sky and giving everything a grey heug. I watch as Vayne makes quick work of what's left of the Nexus turrets, her minions from the other lanes smashing away at them also.
"Defeat!" The announcement signals the end of the match, and everything starts glowing bright blue as I get carried back to the Institute through my summoners magic.
Back in the game lobby, set up much like the Rift's summoning platforms, I see Vayne give me a small smile as she turns to leave, her black cape flowing behind her.
"Nice try, Quinn."
Before I can reply Valor smashes his way through my 'allies' to harshly land on my shoulder and rub his beak on my cheek. The 'dead' champions are summoned back quicker than the 'living' ones it seemed.
It must be hard on him to watch me die over and over. It's hard for me to watch him die too. Knowing that I could have stopped it...
"Hey, hey~ It's ok." I stroke his ruffled features as he continues to rub my cheek, "I'm right here." The other champions that walk by either state there excuses for dieing on me or congratulate me for lasting that long by myself. The summoners for this match are in the room next to this one, probably getting scolded for being so stupid. I giggle quietly as I step down the three steps, getting off the platform labeled with mystical runes, and make my way out of the room. Now in the high arched hallway counselling the adorably sweet eagle, I bring up the prospect of food. Valor's head shoots up instantly and he stares me down, as if wondering if I'm jesting with him. Seeing no reaction, he jumps up hastily -yet much more gently than his landing earlier- to flap his way around Quinn 'skrea'-ing in excitement. I smile.
Glad to see him acting normal...
We race each other to the Dining Hall, dodging champions and summoners alike- Valor with the advantage, as he is much smaller and more nimble than I could ever hope to be. They're rules to our races though; no flying over people, and first one to the door gets to decide where we go for our late afternoon walk. Valor usually wins, but he still lets me pick most of the time- silly bird. A smile reaches my lips as he reaches the door to the Dining Hall before me. He does a right angle turn upwards only to flip back down to land on my right shoulder. Val would have loved to burst through the heavy doors himself, but he's no match for them. He'd have his pride hurt if someone ever saw him smack into one of the Institute's doors ever again. My grin grew bigger at this memory and I opened the door.
The smell of beer and grease hit me like a wall. Valor stepped closer to my head and nudged me. He was directing me towards the buffet. It was packed with meat, veggies, soups and just about anything and everything. It had a short line since our match went on longer than most today. I could hear Akali and Shen talking over the roar of the Hall while they spooned food after food onto their plates. Kennen was walking close behind them on the platform for the trays to slide along, also grabbing some grub. Singed and Warwick were growling at each other farther up the line, trying to make a point about some sciency stuff. My stomach growled at me and Valor nudged me again.
"Ok, ok!" I chuckled at his antics, and made my way to the back of the line, grabbing two plates to place food onto. He walked alongside me, like Kennen did -along the platform- pointing out what he wanted and waited for me to scoop some onto his plate. After about ten minutes of questioning what food to get, we had our plates piled high with delicious creations. Valor had -to sum it up- a large stack of random meats, from BBQ'ed chicken to smoked ham. I, on the other hand, having to care about what I eat, grabbed something light and simple. A peanut butter and jelly sandwich with a small variety of cool fruits/veggies.
"Hey! Quinn!" Valor cocked his head to his right, searching for the owner of the loud, booming voice. I started walking to an empty table, only to take one step and have Valor screech while launching off my shoulder. I flailed for a couple of seconds as I was not expecting the sudden take off, attempting to keep the food off the floor. Once the food settled I turned to face Valor, ready to scold him and apologize to whomever he just jumped.
"Er, hey to you too, Valor." Jarvan was getting stared down by the blue eagle that was perched on the top of his crown helmet. Valor's body was practically upside down, his face resting right above the bridge of the Prince's nose and his rumpled tail feathers in the air. Champions usually wore their armor to show off the strength of their City-State/Province, or at least waited until official business was over till they changed into something more comfortable. Valor and I are no exceptions, as we gladly showed off our 'stylish' armor for 'Demacia's sake'.
I don't buy it, how is this proving strength? Don't get me wrong, Val loves the idea of getting attention, but seriously? Do you know how many layers I wearing right now? And it's so hottttt!
"Are you feeling ok Quinn? You seem to be a bit fidgety..." Jarvan was stepping closer, reaching his hand out, but was stopped short. Valor had jumped off his perch to flap his wings in Jarvan's face, warding him away from me and loudly skree-ing at him, then landing on my shoulder gently to give me a questioning nudge with his beak.
"Ah, yeah, just questioning why we have to wear our battle armor all day..." I leaned my head towards Val's to reassure him.
Sorry for the scare, buddy...
"Aha," Jarvan laughed apologetically, "sorry about that..."
My face went slightly pale as I realized what I just said and to whom.
Crapppp!
"Haha, Quinn, it's ok," he laughed at my reaction, "I don't very much get it either, but everyone else is, so why not join in?" I shake my head at him, a small smile playing on my lips. He gestures to a table occupied by Garen and his sister Lux. They seemed to be having a squabble of some sort, but I can see it wasn't serious as Garen places Lux in a playful headlock and nuggies her.
She's not to happy about her hair...
I giggle to myself. "I was just wondering if you'd care to join us?"
I almost forgot about the platters of food I was holding, but I can definitely tell the difference between mine and Valor's now. "Yeah, of course."
Author's Note.
So, I think there should be more Quinn and Valor fanfiction, so here I am :D
Like any other author, I'd love to hear any feed back, so please Review! I plan to update this about once every week! So look forward to it =w=
Cya round~~
-DumbKatt :3