Twisted Fate yawned; he had been playing high risk poker at one of Noxus' many illegal gambling circuits and running everyone dry through his clairvoyant magical abilities. It was beginning to feel boring to him, having done this a million times. Through Destiny he saw that the next card being dealt was an ace of hearts, completing his royal flush. He had won the showdown and deviously won the pot consisting of a cauldron filled with gold.
"Well, gentlemen, that was a mighty fun game and I hope to see ya'll again" The Cardmaster joked as he grabbed the cauldron. He looked at the faces of his competitors and they looked flustered, they came to the table expecting to win, only to be run dry by the best. He chuckled as he noticed a sizeable amount of guards clad in red and gray armor began to slowly motion their way over to him. Fate places his hand on the cauldron and closed his eyes, focusing his magic on teleporting the cauldron. It was a new skill he had begun picking up, and it has become quite handy in sticky situations.
"Sir, are you aware that the use of magic is illegal in this establishment, and that cheating via using magic is especially so?" a guard asked. Fate turned around as he finished sending the cauldron to one of his many safe houses and saw that he was completely surrounded by guards, all clad in armor and at least three times his size. They stared at him with a solid demeanor, Fate knew there was only one reason they encompassed him like this: they know he used his magic.
"hehe, well…." Twisted Fate muttered and lowered his head, preparing a gold card. He could feel the tension in the air begin to exfoliate. The guard placed his hand on the Magic Man with a polite grin. Fate looked at the man's arm, then at the man's grin, and replied with a wide grin himself. Fate sighed as he acknowledged the fact that he could very well die in this very instant, then he shrugged, he usually lives through these kinds of things anyway.
In a flash, he grabbed the guard's arm and turned, quickly slamming the heavy guard onto the cold and rugged floor. As the other guards began to realize what just happened, Fate threw another gold card at guard to the right of him and executed a heel kick on the man's chin, ensuring that the spurs on his boots will leave a scar to be remembered. As he landed on his feet, he began to make a run for the door, not looking back as he knew that the guards are already giving chase.
He sighed; the room he was in was the main hall of the gambling circuit. It was a very spacious room, built to accommodate a hundred or so people. Twisted Fate jumped over an empty poker table and slid right under another one as he made his way to the exit. Then he stopped, charging a red card as he faced the guards.
With the flick of his wrist, he threw the red card in the general direction of his pursuers. He watched the red card make contact and exploded into red vapor all around the ironclad guards. The guards cried and yelped as they slowly began to move slower, eventually reduced to a snail-like pace. Fate laughed heartily, to him, escaping Noxians was almost child's play. Fate tipped his hat politely at the stifled soldiers with a grin. Knowing for sure that he has escaped the law once again, he opened the door to the outside world…
… Only to face an even bigger mass of guards blocking the circuit exit, all clad in armor and all wielding crossbows pointed at his heart. Defeated, Fate raised his hands high above his head while he lowered his head to hide his face within the brim of his hat. Looking for a possible escape route, he looked to the left, seeing only an empty street, barely lit a single lamppost that held within it a weak ember. Knowing he will be shot down if he ran to the left, he turned his head to the right, and saw an alley that contained a single dumpster enough to contain his whole body. Fate sighed a hearty sigh, and then grinned a hearty grin as he mused over the thought of gambling his life now to con again another day.
The Cardmaster took the steps leading out of the gambling circuit. He watched as a single guard gripping shackles with one hand walked over to him to recite the words that are declared before an arrest was made: "By the law of Noxus, I order thee to surrender thyself to Noxian law, or else face execution on the spot." The guard said it with a lackadaisical tone, as if he's said this a million times before.
As Fate lowered his hands to be cuffed and as the guard walked up to cuff him, an inverse relationship between his heart rate and time began as time began to slow down while his heart began pumping faster and faster. The guard reached arm's length, and Fate made his play.
"Doin' it!" Fate cried as he slugged the guard on the center of his chest with his left hand while charging a red card with his right. Fate instantly dove toward the guard's legs as crossbow bolts impaled the guards back instead of Fate's torso. As swiftly as he dove, he instantaneously jumped back up and threw his red card at the mass of Noxian guards, who were trying to reload their sluggish crossbows.
"You guys really should stick to normal bows!" Fate yelled as he turned and made a beeline to the dumpster. However, as he hopped into the smelly pit of garbage, he felt a sharp pain on his left shoulder blade and saw that it was a crossbow bolt probably aimed for his head but missed instead. Twisted Fate grunted as he mustered the rest of his nearly depleted mana to teleport anywhere, as since teleporting to a random place costs way less than focusing his mana on a certain area. He closed his eyes. He felt the cells in his body vibrate exasperatedly as he began to teleport to just about anywhere in the world.
