Blades of Lunester
Disclaimer: This is a story with the main character being made up by me. The 'champions' in it belong to Riot and I do not claim to make up any of them. I am simply making a story with them in it, with my love and addiction for the game, "League of Legends". This story is rated M for strong language, violence, and future lemons of many kinds. Reader discretion is advised.
Okay, welcome all to my first fan-fiction. This story is all well thought out and planned ahead of time. Anything and everything you read in here has a reason and was written the way it was for a purpose in the future and will hence forth be explain in the future. Don't hate it too much because it doesn't follow League Lore at the start of the story. It will later though, as I said, all that is written, has a purpose and will be explained later. So please criticize, let me know what you think, because I will learn from what you tell me and adjust to it. Hope I did well for you all that take the time to read this. Peace :D
-Sound Fox
Book One:
Chapter One: Awakening
-Narrated
Fox opened his eyes slowly and took a breath of fresh air. He laid on the hill under a large cherry blossom tree, with his hands to rest behind his head, comforting his pitch black, short spiky hair with two strands of white on either side which fades into black near his skull. He sighed as he looked at the sun coming over the brim of the edge of the horizon. He sat up and scratched the back of his head. He looks at his hand afterwards and studies the runes on his wrist and the 'tribal tattoo' that weaved up his arm and ended at his shoulder with a full moon. Fox sighed again and pulled out his summoner orb, touching the solid surface in a few ways in a fast motion, bringing up the time.
His eyes went wide for a second as he saw the date. Day of Binding.
"Well," Fox sighed "this day is going to suck."
Fox wasn't the type of summoner any of the champions wanted to be bound to, or so he thought. He didn't particularly put his best efforts to action when in front of other people. He didn't know why but it just felt too revealing. On many cases, his classmates thought that he was an idiot. Some cases they were right. He just didn't really care for his other classmates at the moment. They weren't a challenge and they were extremely predictable.
"Might as well get this over with."
Fox stood up and dusted off his hoodie that was custom made for him. It had characters representing the four elements in what Fox assumed to be Noxian, since that was where he hired the woman who made the garb. It was a dark red tone, the last color they had at the time, but Fox didn't complain since it was a dark color like his skin. He wasn't made fun of that often for the color of it, but it was uncommon in the institute. He wasn't treated any differently but when the 'jocks' of his year felt like being assholes, they'd bring it up and try throwing it in his face. Fox just ignored them every time which just bothered them more so it was a win-win for him. His pants were a dark blue type of khakis with his boots that he wore all the time, ever since he had them when he woke up without his memory, on the side of a mountain. He had nothing with him but this tattoo, and some basic clothes with the chain around his neck with what seemed to be a broken charm. He didn't know what it was but it looked like a sun, or half of one anyway. His boots were the most confusing part, since the rest of his clothes were so bare and boring, his boots were detailed and made of very fine material, or so he guessed. He took the best care of them because they were his only lead to finding out who he was. They looked very familiar with the swirls in the hardened pad near his knees going down to his ankle. They had two straps going over the top of his foot and four straps down the outside of each boot. So he made his way down the mountain and found a nearby town where he asked around and the people knew nothing. Then he came across an elder and the elder looked at his tattoo and frowned a bit as if trying to recall a memory from long ago. All the elder did was tell Fox about the league and how they had a vast library that he could use to find the answers he needed. So Fox did what he could to get supplies and headed to the institute to become a summoner and join the league, to find out who he really was.
Fox chuckled as he slipped a hand in his pocket and used the other to raise his hood. He began walking towards the institute and started speaking his thoughts to himself as he usually did. "My life so far sounds like a cliché book script. Or maybe I'm just imagining things. Or reading the situation wrong. Or talking to myself again because I'm a LOSER!" he screamed that last part as if for the whole world to hear. When there was no response, he simply smiled and said to himself, "nah. I'm too good at this stuff to be a loser. Time to go blow those stick ups out of the water. Just hope my champion isn't needy and wanting to be with me all the time. Oh gods, what if I get a woman champion and she falls in love with my charming good looks? Might as well go to Piltover then. Why? Because that place is filled with drama."
"You know," said a voice out from behind Fox
Fox jumped around from fright and held out his hands as if to shoot a spell from them. Who he saw didn't surprise him. Yi stood there in his usual champion clothes for
The Day of Binding. Of course it's Yi. This champion had been looking at Fox in an interested way for a while. The way a champion does when he wishes for a summoner to become his summoner. Not in the intimate way either, just a friend way.
"They say that those who speak to themselves is a sign of insanity."
"Gods dammit Yi, if you do that again, I'll blow ya to shit, you creepily quiet son of a bitch."
"Now, now, no need to get hostile. I'm just 'messing' with you."
"Messing with me?"
"That's what I just said."
"I know it is but-"
"Then why did you repeat me?"
"Because I just found it a little-"
"Honestly, I can't think of any reason of why you'd repeat me."
"Yi, that's what I'm trying to-"
"Unless you have a stutter."
"What? I don't have-"
"Or a speaking disorder."
"Yi, I don't have a speaki-"
"Although I've never heard of a speaking disorder."
"YI!"
"Yes?"
"SHUT THE HELL UP."
"Well that was uncalled for." Yi said with a smile. Fox just rubbed his eyes with frustration and looked at Master Yi again a little calmer with his next question.
"What can I do for you today Yi?" Fox turned around and began to walk through the doors to the institute, on his way to the halls of Honor where the Binding would be.
The gigantic 20 foot tall doors were wide open today unlike most days where the usual doors for regular hustle and bustle was used to access the institute. Today was different since it was the Day of Binding. The Gates to Glory as they were called, were as open as they could in honor of the Binding since lots of family came to see those chosen to be bound. A lot of summoners weren't going to be bound to any champions today but those that were, were bound until challenged and lost that champions binding or until the champion or summoner dies. It's kind of like marriage except, not as weird.
Yi smiled and jogged to Fox's side and matched his walking pace. "I just wanted to wish you luck. Only the best summoners and those with the biggest potential can be bound to a champion. I've been studying you sir Fox and I can tell you are going too bound to a champion today. And hopefully bound to me."
Fox looked over at Yi with a raised eyebrow and gently shifted himself to avoid hitting someone within his walking path. "What makes you think that Yi? More importantly, when exactly have you been studying me?" Yi chuckled and looked at Fox again. "Don't you know that champions can come and observe senior summoners to get a better understanding of whom can defeat whom? To get a better feel for who they wish to try in a match? To see whom has the best compatibility. You, good sir, have shown great control for your own power. Don't try to hide the fact that you have hidden your real power and knowledge. There is a reason for this helmet of mine."
This time it was Fox's turn to chuckle. So, his actions hadn't been completely unnoticed, how annoying. "Alright Yi, good point. But we'll have to see about you being my bound champion since you have so much faith in me." He and Yi were coming up onto where they would have to part ways and go to where they were meant to. Yi gave a confused smile and stopped where he was, reaching out for Fox and grabbing his arm to stop him as well.
"What do you mean?"
Fox smiled and pulled his hood down and slid his hands into his pockets. "You aren't the only champion who wants to be bound to me." And with that, Fox turned and walked to his place with the other senior summoners. Yi turned and went his way to be with the other champions and sat among them. A few champions had their partners with them whom haven't been challenged yet or have been and defeated those that challenged them. Although Yi was looking for the champion who most recently joined, the infamous Yasuo. This man came to the league to seek safety, or so he says. Yi could sense his true intentions as something else but he did not know just what yet. Yi began scanning the champion for Yasuo, seeing him nowhere until he heard the familiar voice next to him.
"Excuse me, Yi. Do you mind if I sit next to you?"
Yi turned to face him with a smile and shook his head. "Not at all my friend." Yi noticed the sake in his hand inside of a bamboo tree. It was small but Yi could smell the alcohol. "It's a bit early for that type of drink isn't it?" He asked, motioning towards the drink. Yasuo smirked and took a drink then breathed out with a sound of pleasure, before looking over at yi. "With an event this big, not at all."
Yi smiled and turned his attention to the main stage where the five elders sat. The lights in the room dimmed slightly except where the elders sat. The Elders were all different and each standing for a different type of magic specialty. The one that sat on the far left wore a dark brown and dark green robe. He stood for Earth magic and those of nature. The rumor around him is that he is as old as the Rune War legend. He became an elder at the institute to help make sure another time such as that war was never caused again by supporting the leagues intentions. Next to him sat a woman who looked as young as one of the senior summoners. She was the youngest of the five and was made an elder because of her vast knowledge of the world. It fits her specialty perfectly since she stood for air magic and knowledge. Her robes consisted of a light blue and light green in patterns of swirls. On the far right sat the man of Rage or so they called him. He was in a battle long ago that stopped the Noxian and Ionian war at a halt because he came in and utterly crippled both sides with his magic of Fire. Although, that was the only time he has ever shown his rage but it was enough to give him that title. He also stood for power, since he was the strongest of the four elements, but not of the five. His robes consisted of three types of red colors, all moving, as if they were alive as fire is. Next to his right was another woman, but this one was older than the elder of air. She had seen her days of battle and hardship through the shadow isles. The rumor around her is that she experienced so much hate and evil that it ultimately changed her into someone who couldn't experience hate or evil. She is the elder of water and the mind. Her robes consisted of deep dark blue colors. The Four Elders all had hoods on that hid their facial features except for the glowing of their eyes which is something that happens when you discover your true magic power potential.
The Last of the five was someone whose face has never been seen. They are the one who created the league. The rumors around this person are too many but the most popular and most believed is the rumor that this person appeared out of nowhere to make the league. Their face has been so scarred by life and by wars that they can't be recognized. So the mask they wear is a plain silver mask, with two eye slits so the eyes can't be seen and no mouth hole. The mask had no designs in it, it was just a plain silver mask. His robes were the most impressive though, with what seemed to be three robes just layered on top of each other. The top layer was what seemed to be a cloak, it had a collar that covered his next and the cloak ran over their shoulders and down to the top of their arm. The second part seemed to give the person sleeves to cover the arms and ran down from the top of the chest to the top of the thighs. The third part went from what could have started at the waist, down to the person's feet. They had boots on but the boots couldn't be seen to give details. They wore a belt that had runes engraved into it and a scrolled clipped to it. The robes were held together by a vast amount of buckles with leather to the, like a belt, woven into the fabric but showing itself only where the buckle was so to easily clip and unclip the robes. This person wore gloves as well that went up to their elbows. They also wore simple leather gauntlets with more runes engraved into them. This person was referred to as The Master. The Master approached the front of the stage and put their hands behind them, awaiting for total silence.
Yi leaned forward along with all the other old time champions who had been some of the first to join the league and never heard this person's voice before. They only received letters along with an escort of guards in armor they hadn't seen before at the time. Now it was armor seen with all guards at the league or any branch of it. The Institute had the most elite guards at it for the highest protection level. Yasuo watched Yi and some other champions with interest as they looked at each other with awe. The hall now in complete silence, the master brought a hand forward and coughed into it, then putting it back behind himself.
"Welcome all, to the Day of Binding." He spoke with a deep, commanding voice that would make Jarvin the Fourth sound like he was going through puberty. So the rumors of the master being a man were true. His long silence had finally been broken. "We have had many days of binding but this day is special. As you can see, I am addressing you all instead of my colleagues here. That is because this is the 25th year of the league's existence." The crowd of family and other younger summoners began cheering with excitement as they've never heard the masters voice either. The Master rose a hand again for silence and the crowd hushed down again awaiting for him to speak. "Now, this year, we will have many of you join the other senior summoners and the vast population of Traditional Summoners. Disappointing, yes, but that all depends on how you present yourself today to each other and to the other champions. We will begin the matches after I finish speaking to you today and tell the rules. Those that prove yourselves will be bound to a champion that best fits your abilities and mind set. Those chosen to be bound will hold the title of 'True Summoner'. If you are bound to a champion that already has a bound summoner, then you are to fight for the title. In the very rare case that you are bound to more than one champion, then you may either choose the champion you wish to be bound to, or choose to have them fight for you. Once a winner is determined, then you two are to take the Final Oath. Once that is taken, you are too bound to that champion for life until death or until challenged at a day of binding in the future. You are to arrive at the day of binding at the given time and not to be late. Any that are late, give up their title and their bindings are broken until the summoner's death. The champion will be given pardon in the league but put onto suspension from the league until the next day of binding. Are these rules understood?"
A representative from the senior summoners came forth. Rita was her name and she was one of the top students. She had dark blonde hair and wasn't the tallest. Her green eyes stood out the most, even more than her scar over her left eye. No one knew the story behind it but every man seemed to find it very attractive. She stood proud and had high hopes from the rest of her class and the other summoners who haven't become True Summoners. "Yes Master." she said with confidence.
"Excellent. Then, let the Day of Binding officially begin." The master said then walked calmly back to his chair. He sat and the long process of battle began. Many of the seniors fought hard and true. Most using magic as their fight, others through their minds, planning attacks ahead and possible outcomes, others used sheer power, trying to overcome the others, but none had used hand to hand combat which was rarely seen among the summoners as they weren't mainly taught that. But it was still something the summoners could use if they so wished to.
The summoners who had won their fights were put behind the Five, while the losers were sent back to sit on the side of the stage where they all sat in the beginning. The champions seemed to be getting into the fights by applauding loudly to the ones they showed favor to, but the champions seemed to be waiting for one match, the one between the most popular summoner, Brad and the downsized summoner, Fox. It was a match that the students complained about how he got the easiest summoner to fight and how he was a for sure chosen bound summoner.
Yasuo leaned over to Yi and whispered "Yi, are we supposed to be impressed by these fights? I mean, none of them seem like they want to fight other people outside of the league if it came to it." Yi chuckled and whispered back, "then you haven't seen the summoner who you wish to be bound to. This is your first Day of Binding so I'll give a quick explanation. We champions are here because we are presented a summoner. The top of the year. They've been here studying our cultures and different magic's and fighting styles for the sake of the league, which is to keep war at bay. Those that are bound to a champion are to be summoned together in the event of a war, they are there to end it fast and efficiently. Champions will fight champions and summoners will fight summoners. That is the point of this."
Yasuo took another drink and shook his head. "Whatever. Let's just hope this star match comes quickly so i can go back to sleep." Yi chuckled and glanced at Yasuo with a smirk, "well, your wish is about to come true."
The master stood and ended the match between two summoners as one stood over the other in victory. He snapped his fingers and the two summoners looked at him. The one that was on the ground got to his feet and stood next to the girl who had defeated him, then they both bowed. "Thank you Master." They both said with respect.
"That was an excellent fight you two. I must say, power over strategy is something you don't get to watch often, especially since power won. Congrats Miss Rita, please, take your place behind us along with the other winners of favor." The master said with a gesture for her to sit behind him and his colleagues.
Rita turned and shook the hand of the man she just defeated and he smiled and gave her a quick hug, then released her and walked over to sit with the others who lost the match of favor. Rita seemed to blush slightly then walked over to the other victors of favor and took her seat. The master then turned back to the crowd and spoke loudly.
"Now, for the last battle of the day. The fight between Brad, the Brawn," Brad jumped up in excitement, in a modified robe that had been given to him. He was more fit than anyone in the class, his muscles bulging and defining themselves against the tight clothes. He jumped onto the stage and smiled at the champions, getting a reaction from those champions that were buff and hot headed. The others remaining calm and watching. He took his place on one side of the stage and awaited for his opponent. The master continued with the name and given title from the champions, "and Fox, The Sly." Fox stood up and walked onto the stage, hands in pocket and his hood up, to give himself an ominous feeling, hiding his eyes but showing the rest of his relaxed, neutral facial features. There was much more cheering this time, from more champions than those that cheered for Brad.
Yi leaned over after doing his part in the cheering, and said to yasuo, "this is the match a lot of us have been waiting for. Fox, the one that doesn't look like a complete tool, is underestimated by his classmates and has held back his power. Some of us have seen this hidden power and know he can easily be one of the next teachers of the institute." Yi looked over at yasuo and saw that he had a serious face on and was focused onto this match. Yi frowned slightly hoping that Fox wasn't going to be bound to both yasuo and himself, knowing that if that happened, he doesn't know who would win.
The Master held up his hand between the two, looking at the both of them asking them if they were prepared. Brad just hit his chest and jumped up and down shacking his arms, and made a remark. "Yeah, this'll be quick, master!" Fox remained silent and nodded his approval of being ready. "Then, begin!" The master said before bringing his hand down indicating the match had begun. He moved back quickly to his seat and sat down before Brad began his approach.
Brad smirked and raised his right fist, speaking loudly and boasting his spell onto his gloved fist, "Smite!" and with that, Brad launched himself at Fox. Fox didn't move and held his ground firmly. Fox simply pulled his right hand out of his pocket and held it up, whispering to himself. Brad was on him and it looked over, as he brought his fist back further for the punch and threw it forward with his left foot landing firmly to give the extra force and laughed as his punch came ever closer and still Fox didn't move. In that moment there was confusion and shock as Fox disappeared and was behind Brad. Brad was shocked from missing his target that he was still for a second, and that's all Fox needed, moving with blinding speed, he kicked the back of Brads knee causing him to go down onto his knee, the added shock of the hit gave Fox more of an advantage, because Brad made the grave mistake to turn his head over his right shoulder to look at what hit him, and Fox threw a straight left hit with his fist and the connecting sound was made, causing Brad to have been forced to the ground with pain in his face. Fox jumped up and brought his right fist back and what seemed like electricity charged around it, and Brad made the first smart move of the match, and yelled "Flash!" and with that was gone, just before Fox's fist made contact with the ground, causing it to make a sickening crack sound, and pieces of wood to fly up. Brad was back to where he first started and was rubbing his jaw, then he saw the place where Fox's fist hit the ground, now black and slightly smoking.
Fox yanked his fist out of the ground and slowly stood up, his back to Brad. He shook his fist and said "Heal." and his fist went back to tip top shape. He turned towards Brad and extended his left hand, using his index and middle finger, motioning for him to attack again. The Hall sat in silence and the other summoners looked at Fox in awe. He just displayed a spell they didn't seem to know. Brad brought his eyebrows together in anger and pointed at Fox while looking at the elders, "That spell wasn't legal! We weren't even taught that spell! He should be punished or something, right?!" And the Elder of Fire just laughed loudly, which was another rare sight. After he was done laughing, he spoke. "My, my! It's been a while since any of us have seen smite used that way."
A few summoners stood and moved slightly closer to see the damage it had done. Brad just stuttered a little before looking at the Elder of Fire, "Th-that was Smite?!"
"Enough," said the master. The summoners returned to their seats and the Elder bowed his head. "Let the fight continue, unless Brad forfeits?"
Brad shook his head and slapped his arms again. "Of course not. Let's end this Rodent." Fox tilted his head. "Agreed."
Brad raised both his fists and they both erupted into flames after a quiet incantation of the spell. Then he yelled "Ghost!" and with that, Brad was moving with blinding speed towards Fox. He appeared next to Fox on his right and shot one of the Fire at him and it exploded as it made contact. Fox was shot the other direction and Brad was there as well, punching him with an uppercut into the air with the other ignited fist, causing another explosion, and Fox shot into the air, then Brad seemed to do a charge up of another smite and then aimed both of his hands at Fox in the air and yelled, "GAME OVER RODENT!" The spell shot from his hands with exceeding force and drilled Fox. His body fell towards the ground, and Brad began to laugh and raise his fists into the air in triumph. But Fox landed onto his feet, his hood had fallen to his back and he took a deep breath.
Brad looked at the elders and smiled, "guess i win huh?"
"Well, you would've if that did anything." said the Elder of air. Then she pointed in Fox's direction and Brads smile went to a serious line. "You have got to be shitting me." He looked over at Fox and saw his head was looking down and there was smoke coming off of his clothes, but he didn't have a single scratch. "There. Is. No. Fucking. Way." Brad said with disbelief. Fox looked up at him with a serious face and ignited his fists with flames.
"My turn."
"Oh shit." was all Brad could say before the next 30 seconds of pain and horror flew by.
Fox yelled his first spell, "Ghost!" and moved with such speed that he seemed to have disappeared if seen with untrained eyes. Those that could see it saw him move as fast as the wind, and as Brad tried to bring his arms down to block a punch to his face, Fox took this chance to score a quick blow to his stomach. This made Brad grunt and open his arms a little so there was a gap. Fox spun to his right quickly and elbowed his arms with force, using a bit of propulsion of fire from his ignited hands. This forced Brad to take a step back with his right foot. Fox swung his right foot with incredible speed to his left to catch Brads left knee and cause it to buckle inwards but not make him go down onto his knee. Brad saw this and tried to make a move and throw a quick right jab but Fox knew that would come. He quickly moved his torso to the left while using his left hand to grab Brads wrist of his left hand and pull him forward a little more and quickly followed with a right uppercut contacting with Brads jaw and a sickening crunch. Fox then followed his right hand to move to the back of Brads head and moved it into an arc to his right. Fox placed his left foot on the inside of Brads stance giving him a better shot and he threw another straight left jab at Brads ribs, with a quick succession of two more jabs. Fox shoved Brad forward and as he stumbled two steps, Fox took one step and dodged a quick right hook by jumping to the right and kicking Brad's knee that he kicked just 7 seconds ago, with his right foot. This caused Brad to collapse to his knee, his right leg holding him up. Brad tried to throw a last minute arm swipe to get Fox to back off but Fox caught it with his left hand, and using his right elbow, hit Brads upper shoulder with such force, he popped Brads arm out of his socket. Fox pulled Brads arm slightly, causing him to lean with it to cause less pain, and Fox used that to bring his right fist back again yelled "Ignite!" and fire erupted from his elbow giving him more force and threw his fist at Brads exposed left jaw and caused another sickening crack, making Brads jaw shake loose as it broke. Fox pulled his left leg back and arced it up with as much force as he could making contact with Brad's entire ribcage, braking his right ribs and bruising his left, and sending him 10 feet across the stage. Brad landed on the other side and groaned with pain and Fox started running towards him, and slightly jumped, his feet barely off the ground he yelled "Flash!" disappearing then reappearing above Brad, his fist cocked back for the final blow as electricity charged into it again, his left leg bent and his right straight, ready to change momentum for extra force of the punch. As he brought his fist down he yelled "SMITE!" and switched the position of his weight to give the punch the momentum it needed to end this.
The Elders were on the edge of their seat, ready to stop this one-sided fight, but the master held out his hands telling them to wait and watch this unfold. "Master, you saw that first punch, you know how this can end! We have to stop this!" said the Water Elder. The Master didn't respond but watched this last part with his still calm interest.
Yi, Yasuo and most of the other champions were on their feet almost stumbling over each other as they watched the fight, waiting for the Elders of the league to stop the match.
"What the hell? Why aren't they stopping this?" said Nidalee who was next to Yi.
Yi didn't respond but watched in awe as his watch the underestimated powers of Fox unfold before everyone. Yi had to admit to himself in his mind that even he didn't expect Fox to have this type of knowledge of how to use the spells in the way he was using them. His form of hand to hand combat was amazing and almost flawless. His tactics of small bursts of attacks to weak areas to get them weaker for later major hits that could change the rest of the fight was just breath taking. Yi looked over at Yasuo quickly and saw that his face was completely serious, although half of it was cover by his collar. His hands gripping the railing in front of them made his knuckles go white as he seemed to be squeezing it with great strain. Yi didn't have time to ask, as he turned his attention back to the fight.
Fox brought his fist down hard and as his right foot landed he changed the momentum again at the last second as his fist was inches away from Brad's body. Fox stood there breathing heavily, as his fist became un-electrified. He stood up slowly and closed his eyes, clenching his fists. They began glowing green and he unbaled them, bringing them up to his face and whispered a spell. Fox kneeled down and rolled Brad onto his back, moving his hands over Brad's ribcage, his hands began to glow brightly, and began healing Brad's wounds. After a few minutes, Fox's hands stopped glowing and he moved onto Brads arm, taking ahold of the wrist with his right hand and putting his left hand on top of his shoulder, then sat Brad up to get a better angle. Brad groaned in pain and didn't say anything as his jaw was still broken.
"Ready? This is gonna hurt." Brad looked at him with anger, but nodded his head.
"And i mean, a lot." Brad groaned again but nodded again. Fox made it quick and applied the proper force taught to him and popped the arm back into Brad's socket. Brad yelled in what sounded like a scream but it was different since his jaw was broken. Fox took this chance to use heal again and grabbed Brads jaw forcefully, putting it back into its place and his hands grew a fierce bright green, and after another minute of muffled screaming, Fox let go of Brads jaw and stood back up. Brad jumped onto his feet and pointed at Fox with an angry look. "Alright asshole, how did you do that shit?!"
Fox just smiled and turned towards the Five. He bowed and held himself down as respect waiting for his opponent to do the same. But Brad being the idiot and self-centered asshole that he was, just got an attitude and raised his voice at Fox. "Hey! I'm asking you something rodent!"
"And that, is the end of the match." said a commanding voice that Brad knew right away as it was right next to him.
Brads eyes went wide and he then understood why Fox was ignoring him and quickly stood next to Fox and bowed his respects. The Master just stood there for a few seconds and sighed. "This is a hands down win for Fox, the Sly. Brad, you have shown no control over your emotions and that is something that can hurt you and any future champions you wish to summon in the future. See to it that you improve that. Also improve your knowledge of common spells and how they can be used and their different forms that they can be used in."
"Understood master." Brad said
"Now, both of you rise, and Fox, take your seat with the other summoners. Brad, go to the other summoners that have also lost their match. You will join them in the mass scan to see if any of you are to be true summoners." Brad stood up straight and headed for the others, sadness and disappointment clear on his face. Fox stood up straight and slid his hands into his pockets, walking towards the other winners. As he passed the master he looked at him and could sense the slight feeling of having the master look into his soul. As he took his seat he looked over at the champions and saw them all up on their feet staring at him. He closed his eyes and just relaxed a bit but the master didn't want to waste any time. He raised his hands and the floor opened, rising slowly out was a podium with an orb on it. The orb glow different colors and had an aura around it reaching out to anything close to it.
"Now that all the senior summoners have made their match of worth, it is time for the binding." the Master said without a pause.
The Orb of Binding was on a purple pillow with golden borders woven into the stitching to keep it held together. The Orb itself was a perfectly round silver ball, that had and aura around it that was constantly changing color. The aura seemed to be alive as it reached out to the master and wove itself around his hands. The Orb then seemed to have a hum and if you looked close enough, it was vibrating.
"Master, it has been too long." said an echoed voice. It had no male or female tone, it was just a harmonic sound that was there. The aura that reached out to the master returned to its own area and continued to move like water in a river. "Yes my old friend, it has. This year I have brought you here for the 25th year of binding." The orb seemed to hum again in a satisfied tone. "Has it truly been 24 years?" The master nodded his head and put his hands behind his back. "It has. That was a grand first year of the league. There are a few champions here that will recognize your sound. But we will get to them soon." The Master walked to the side of the orb and its podium, and addressed the crowd.
"This Orb has been with me since the day we established the league. It is also a master of knowledge and knows all the magic's there are. It is a sentient being and is alive, not just merely an everyday object or binding stone that was replicated off of it. Now, my dear friend, I ask, are there any of the senior summoners that lost their match that are to be bound to a champion?"
The Orb hummed again and its aura grew bright, turning into every color that was known, then finally it grew a bright white, and raced over to one summoner in the crowd of those that lost. There was a small gasp from the crowd that was watching the event and the master rose one of his hands high signaling for the chosen one to stand.
"Come forth summoner. Even though you have lost, you have shown your worth and are to be bound to a champion. Rise."
Just then, a familiar summoner stood up that was just on stage. Another gasp came from the crowd as they recognized this summoner. He made his way to the podium and knelt down on one knee. The Master put his hand back behind his back and the Orb addressed the summoner.
"Brad, the Brawn. I have watched your match, watched you push yourself towards odds you did not see against you. Once you realized the odds, you continued forward and accepted your opponents aid once defeated. Although you tend to rush in without thinking through the situation, your potential is great. Rise before the champions, for I sense one that is matched to your magic level."
Brad rose to his feet, his eyes slightly red giving the sign that he had been crying. His face had honor and thankful remarks in it as well. The Orbs aura shined many colors again and turned to a light blue, racing over to the champions, selecting Olaf. Brad gave a smile in excitement as Olaf stood up and pounded his chest. He then began walking over towards the podium and the two colors mixed together around the Orb, making a bright teal color. Above the orb rose the outlines of a shield, and on the insides there was an axe etched into it with a fist on fire holding it.
"Olaf, The Berserker, I now bind you to Brad, the Brawn. Before you lies your emblem. Where it's proud for you two are now recognized as the Strength of Winter." Brad smiled proudly along with Olaf and they each reached out and grabbed each other's forearms to shake as new partners. The crowd clapped and cheered, as they watched the newest binding of a champion and summoner. The two walked over to join the champions and sat together as they watched their new symbol engraved onto their top left pectoral.
The Orb then went through the victors, starting with the ones that started the matches. Out of the 30 winners only 7 were bound. The rest joined the other summoners who had lost their matches and became traditional summoners, sadness showing on their faces. Fox was the last of the victors, slumped in his chair, his hands in his pockets and hood up. He just watched as Rita became bound to Ashe, making their symbol a bow with a book overlapping it. She jumped in place and instead of give Ashe a shake she hugged her tightly. Fox couldn't help but laugh and clap at the two. They walked back and joined the others, watching as their symbol engraved itself onto the back of their necks.
The Orb began to hum again as it did for the other summoners before they were called up. The Master began to speak, "And now, F-" but was cut off by the Orb as it began to hum even louder. The Master looked at the Orb and its aura started changing colors rapidly, then they all melted together and the Orb became silent. The Master, Elders, Champions, crowd and Summoners looked on eagerly, wondering if Fox was even going to get addressed.
Then the Orbs aura went to straight silver, glittering in the air with remarkable beauty. It slowly began making its way towards Fox, and he pulled his hands out of his pockets and slowly stood up, and started backing away. "Uh, master? Elders, this is getting freaky..." The Elders began to rise from their seats and the master took a step towards Fox, and held up his hand motioning for Fox to stop moving. "Fox, do. Not. Move."
Fox froze where he was and the aura reached out, touching his clothes softly. It did this for what seemed to Fox like forever. Fox looked down at the aura then up to the master. "Hey, pssst, it's not doing the humming thing or calling me to it. What, what do I do?"
The Elder of Earth raised his hand and spoke first, "just, just don't move." Fox rolled his eyes and gave a sarcastic face. "Thanks Elder, great advice. Let me just get on that as fast as I ca- oh wait." Then glared at the elder. The Elder just threw his hands up in a way that said "sorry for trying to help, ass." The elder of Water brought her hands up and motioned for him to move towards the podium, "maybe just approach it."
"Yeah, ok." Fox began to move and took a step forward before the aura manifested itself in front of Fox halting his approach. "Ok, ok, back to not moving."
The Elder of Fire gave a worried look at the master who remained motionless then looked at Fox. "Okay, keep not moving."
"Holy shit, ya think?" Fox gave with another sarcastic face. Then a hum began to rise from the Orb again, and the aura began moving around Fox quickly, moving around him like a personal vortex.
"Fox, come forth." The Orb finally spoke in its harmonious tone again. "Yeah, that's a little hard when I'm being molested by spiritual winds!" Just as he said that, he was pulled towards the Orb. As Fox flew through the air, he slightly screamed then halted just next to the master. Fox took heavy breaths then looked around himself, seeing The Master looking at him with what Fox could guess to be a calm face. He got a brief glance at the champions and saw that they were again, awe struck, and at the edge of their chairs. Well, half of them at least. Fox then looked at the Orb and saw his reflection. No, that wasn't right. What Fox saw was an image of himself. The Clothes he wore were different, then the image faded into a mist.
"Fox, you are bound to seven champions." Fox's jaw dropped and the champions gasped loudly. Yi couldn't believe what he was hearing. The last summoner whom was bound to multiple champions disappeared after a champion of his had been killed outside of the League. The Champions name is lost but the summoner was not forgotten. That summoner dropped from the institute, the champions that were bound to him returned with memories of him, but none can remember him now, or so he heard.
"I'm...I'm what?" He said, his hoodie now down and his confusion now easily seen. "You heard me summoner. Now,"
"Wait, wait, that's not pos-" Fox began to protest but was cut off by the Orbs risen tone.
"CHAMPIONS! RISE!" With that, its silver aura shot out and found the first of the seven champions. It reached into the back of the champions and found him. "Come forth, Fizz, the Tidal Trickster." Fizz cheered with happiness and jumped up onto his trident, then jumped off and over the rest of the champions in front of him. "Aw yeah, knew that was coming!" He said with a grin, jogging over to step in front of the master. He bowed his respects then walked over and stood next to Fox, looking up at him with a big grin and holding out his hand. "What's up Rodent?"
Fox looked down at him with an agitated face and clenched his fist. "Call me that again fish, see what happens."
Fizz chuckled and stabbed his trident into the stage, jumping onto it and meeting Fox eye to eye. "Yes, sir." He then jumped to Fox's shoulder and sat down. "So, who do you think the other six are?"
The Orb seemed to respond with a hum and shot out its aura again, hitting a champion in the front of the others this time. "Come forth, Sona, Maven of the Strings."
Sona looked shocked then looked around with a reddened face at the other champions, being met with reactions such as jealousy, envy, and approval. She stood up, straightened her garb and began walking towards Fox. Stopping at the Master, took her bow then stood next to Fox.
"Uhm, Orb guy,"
"Being" Fizz corrected.
Fox looked at him quickly then back at the Orb, "yeah, what fish sticks said, question." Fizz frowned slightly and looked at sona who looked back at him, mouthing, 'fish sticks'? While pointing at himself. "I get the whole Fizz and I binding, seeing as how were both smarta-" The Elder of Fire coughed loudly and made a motion for Fox to watch his language. Fox rolled his eyes and continued, "Smart bums, and annoying, but sona? I'm far from quiet."
"And unsupportive." Fizz added with a smirk.
Fox just looked forward with an annoyed face and responded, "insult me again Sushi, I dare ya." Fizz chuckled and made a zipping motion over his mouth to show that he wouldn't say another word.
"You will find out on your own, young one." The Orb hummed and its aura shot out again, hitting a tall hidden figure in the back of the group of champions. "Come Forth, Aatrox, The Darkin Blade." The champions moved to the side for him as he took his steps forward. His strides were somewhat elegant as he approached the Master and bowed. He then stood next to Sona and crossed his arms, not saying a word.
Fizz looked at Fox and Fox looked back at him, then they both looked at Aatrox, "Doesn't say a word to his new summoner, that's comforting." Fizz said with a slight frown.
"Well, neither did Sona."
Sona and Fizz both looked at him. "Yeah, I wonder why." Fox looked confused for a second then realized and remembered that she was a mute, and looked back at the other champions.
"Let's just forget i said that..." Fizz chuckled slightly at Fox and looked over his head at the Orb. "Alright almighty orb, who's next?"
The Orb hummed again and shot out another aura of silver light, hitting a champion, sitting next to someone. The champion smiled and stood up, his partner standing with him, a pissed expression on his face.
"Well, well, well. This is a bit shocking." said an all familiar clown with evil eyes. Foxes arms slouched and hung at his side as his eyes looked at the champion with disbelief. "How...in the hell...am I bound to him...?" The clown looked at Fox with greedy eyes and a grin, then began to walk forward, stopping only at the sound of another hum from the Orb.
"Not, Shaco. You are not to be bound to Fox this day." Shaco's features then went to confusion as he looked down at his chest where the aura was hitting him. Then back to the Orb. "If not me, then why is this aura going into me?" Shaco's existing summoner sits in his chair with a smirk on his face, looking somewhat relieved. Shaco turns to his summoner and frowns crossing his arms. "What is so funny summoner?" The summoner just uses his hand to gesture at the aura streaming to another dark figure in the back of the group of champions. "It's not going into you Shaco, it's going through you."
The Orb hums a satisfied tune and calls out again, "Correct summoner. Come forth, Rengar, the Pridestalker." A gasp comes from the crowd as Rengar stepped forth, a smaller figure behind him. He stopped in front of the champions, then stood to the side, as a summoner stepped into the light. Rengar raised his paw to his chest and hit his upper left breast two times and held his paw there. The summoner smirked and pulled down their hood. The reveal was a woman, slightly in her early 20's with light brown hair, two braids from the top of her head down to her upper back, the rest falling to her shoulders. Her face was one of beauty, for she was courted by many, all being thrown aside by rengar, being told that he approved of none of them, or by her herself, saying they were not worthy in the eyes of her champion. She was strong willed and intelligent, being an experienced summoner. What caught most men's attention though, was her body, naturally. She was heavy chested, or more so than other summoners and champions alike, making her a threat to any summoners already dating other men that gawked at her. No one seemed to notice her eyes though, as deep blue as they were, which she found annoying but didn't care, most of the time anyway.
"Well, well, well, this is quite shocking indeed Fox." She said with a smirk on her face. Shaco, disappeared and reappeared in his seat, disappointment on his face. Fox just looked irritated and brought his hand up to rub his eyes in frustration. Then he looked at her and sighed. "Carah. Great." She chuckled and shifted her weight to her left foot, starting to tap her right slowly, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow, walking to the half-way point of her side of the stage, as if already getting ready for battle. "This is great, this means i either get to beat you outright and say that I just beat a legendary summoner, or, one claimed to be by the Orb itself. Or, you refuse and I get to claim you were too scared. Which will it be?" She then lowered her arms to her sides. Fox looked over at his current champions and they all looked back at him, even Aatrox. Fizz smiled along with Sona, as if saying what Aatrox did. "I can feel her rage towards you, summoner, and it is great in size."
Fox just raises an eye brow and gives a small sarcastic hand gesture, "That helps how?" Aatrox nods his head in her direction and responds with a calm voice. "I can also sense her fear towards you, which is greater in size." Fox holds his face still with a neutral reaction, and just nods, looking back at her. She is glaring at Aatrox, her face slightly red, from embarrassment or anger, Fox couldn't tell. Fox looks at Fizz and sees he was studying Fox with a serious face, now a smile creeping onto it, as he nods as well and gets off his shoulder and walks between Aatrox and Sona, and crosses his arms to look more badass, the smirk still on his face. Sona sees this and looks at them both and fiddles with her arms, crossing them as well, then looking at Fox as he walks to his side of the stage again.
"I challenge Carah in one verse one combat, for the binding of Rengar." Carah now turns her attention to Fox, who is now standing across the stage from her with an angered face, and she returns the look with and angered smile, getting into her fight stance. She got onto the tips of her feet, and held her hands out to her side as Rengar did in his usual stance. "Excellent, now I can attract some real attention." The Master went to the middle of the stage and held up his hand. Fox held his stance and glare at Carah and her at him.
Fizz then called out to her, "Hey Carah." She didn't respond. "Caaaarah." She still didn't respond. "Carah! With an 'h' on the end!" She then growled and shouted a response. "WHAT?!" Fizz just smiled at his success of getting under her skin, "Do you like your food on a plate or in a bowl?" She just gave an angered confused look and shook her head. "WHAT?! WHY?!" Fizz laughed and pointed at her with his fins, "Cause your about to get served." As if on cue, the master brought his hand down and Carah looked at Fox, or where he used to be, and she smiled, raising her left foot up and bringing up her right arm as if to block a right or left hook that hadn't been thrown yet.
Just then, Fox appeared next to her and did a leg sweep with his right leg, missing, and a second Fox appeared, or what seemed to be a second Fox, throwing a left hook, only to have it blocked easily. The first Fox was somewhat see through and had a mist effect on his person, as if he wasn't there. It was just what seemed to be a clone of air of some sort. The Fox that threw the right hook was more solid and had a surprised look on his face. Carah laughed and yelled, "Too predicatable!" Then throwing her own left hook, catching Fox on his right jaw and sending him back a few feet, flat onto his back. He laid still and Carah laughed loudly, "get served?! By him?! Not if he goes down by being hit that softly!" as she looked over at Fizz who was smirking still and opened his mouth to respond. "You mean, 'this' softly?"
Carah tilted her head in confusion then looked back at where Fox laid, but there was no body. Her eyes widened and she ducked low out of instinct. She was met by a hard knee to her nose, followed by rapid punches to her right ribs and then a quick left punch to her right jaw, followed by an uppercut and a kick to the side of her right knee, then a hard hit to the back of her head and she fell to the ground, barely catching herself with her hands, only to have them swept from under her with a hit to her mid back, forcing her to the ground and to slightly bounce. She grunted from the pain, blood running from her nose down onto the ground and onto her lips. She was then lifted by her robes onto her feet which she then slightly lifted weight off her injured right knee, seeing a fast moving object move towards her chest, she brought up her arms to block and was sent stumbling backwards a step, trying to take another with her right leg but had it lifted high in front of her causing her to fall hard onto her back, getting the wind knocked out of her. She laid there with her arms held up to her face to block any more hits but also took this time to get a breather and a quick grasp on what just happened. She opened her arms a bit to see Fox standing a ways away from her, a stern look still in his eyes, his right jaw slightly bleeding from her hit.
She blinked a couple of times and looked at her leg, which she could already tell, was slightly broken. She sat up and felt a sharp pain on the back of her head, moving a hand to the spot where it hurt the most and felt a warm liquid, pulling her hand back in front of her only to see more blood. She blinked a few more times then looked at Fox with new determination. "I now see why the call you the Sly." She moved her hands down to her leg and somewhat healed it with a quick spell. "But, small tricks like that, it's going to take a lot more to put me down that fast." She sniffed and wiped away some of the blood from the bridge of her nose and upper lip, standing up with a small limp in her right leg now. She went down into her stance again, more weight now on her left leg.
"I can sense your fear of me as well Fox. It's a little trick taught to me by Rengar. Don't worry though, your strength and knowledge of fighting is admirable, so I won't be too hard on you now. I might even let you hang out with m-" She was cut off as Fox began running towards her, fists raised and ready to go again. Carah readied herself but wasn't ready for what happened next. Fox stopped in front of her and just stood there, not moving anymore. Carah looked at him in confusion and tilted her head to the right slightly. Fox smiled and threw a right hook, making contact briefly before Carah caught on and brought her right fist up for an uppercut, Fox pulling his head back to dodge. Carah flattened her hand then and forcing it forward mid uppercut, smacking Fox in the face, making him take a step back. She continued her assault on him realizing why the champions called him the Sly now. He somehow understood your fighting method and when he caught you off guard, even for a second, he would strike.
'Sneaky fucker' she thought. She threw a left hook making contact with his ribs, causing him to move away from the pain, which was showing on his face. She quickly stepped into his guard with this action, under his arm and standing up in a swinging motion to her left with her right fist out for another hook punch. Fox ducked under her punch, catching it with the inside of his right arm, and then coming up to throw a left hook to her jaw. Carah rolled with the punch causing less pain but then felt a hard hit to the right side of her face again. Fox took his chance, elbowing her while it was there, causing her head to jerk back from the force, then sliding his elbow under her chin holding it against her neck, then straightening his arm and bending it again to wrap his arm around her neck. He used his right hand to grab hold of her right arm that he caught and straightened it out as well, kicking her right leg with his left, using the force and unbalance to pull her and bring them both down. Her head made contact with the ground and Fox released her, getting onto his hands and knees to breathe slightly, before his hands were swiped out from under him making him face plant the ground. Carah had quickly recovered from the fall and made that move to quickly make another.
The fight went on like this for a while until Fox had a nice cut above his right eye, and bruises all over his body, surely a broken rib or two. Carah being off worse.
One of her eyes completely shut from the brutal punishment dished out from Fox, along with a limp arm which seemed to have been popped out of its socket. Both of them were breathing heavily, and Fox looked at Carah, bringing his hands up in a body language question of, 'You done yet?' To which Carah just took a step forward, limping slightly, groaning with each step from the pain.
"Not here...I will not lose...not like this rodent...not my Rengar..." with one more step she fell to a knee, trying hard to keep herself up. Fox just took a deep breath and walked over to her, and shook his head. "Sometimes it's not losing, its learning." Fox said. Carah just looked up at him through her one good eye, and scoffed.
"Learning? Learning what?"
"Your limit." Fox said. Carah then coughed and collapsed onto the floor. There was complete silence in the hall as Fox looked up at Rengar who was looking back, no anger, no pain at his fallen summoner, just making brief mental words with Fox as if saying, 'well done. Well done indeed.' Fox just wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and dabbed his jacket sleeve at the cut above his eye, walking back towards his line of champions. Medics came and lifted Carah out of the hall on a stretcher to take care of her wounds.
After Rengar said his good-byes to his unconscious summoner, he walked up to the Master, bowed his respects and walked over to stand next to Aatrox. Fox just had his eyes closed and his hands in his pants pockets as he waited again for the humming of the Orb which came quickly. The aura shot out again, striking a female champion at the end of the row, near Yi, who just sighed loudly and face palmed his forehead. "Dammit. Why her?!"
"Come forth Ahri, The Nine Tailed Fox." Fox remained silent with his eyes closed as she jumped up from her seat and winked at a few champions that held angry glares at her. She strode her way up to the Master, her tails swaying with her hips in an almost hypnotizing motion. She bowed to the Master then walked straight at Fox with a smirk on her lips. Fizz, who was on Fox's shoulder again, smiled and cleared his throat, putting his left arm on Fox's head and sliding his right through his...hair fins...whatever they are.
"Well, well, knew you'd want this Fishy goodness. Everyone loves seafood, especially a Fox." He then winked and pointed at her with his finger as if saying 'ehhhhh, what's up baby?'
Ahri just smiled and kept looking at Fox, making her way to his left side, close to the Orb, sliding her arm through his and leaning against him. Her tails began wrapping themselves around Fox and she just giggled. "This only makes sense, two Foxes being drawn to each other. Don't worry, you take good care of me, I'll take good care of you." Fox said nothing in return, just kept his eyes closed and his breathing steady. Ahri's smirk slowly faded as she looked forward with a slightly irritated face.
The Orb hummed again shooting out two aura streams as they both struck two champions. "Rise and come forth, Diana the Scorn of the Moon, and Yasuo, The Unforgiven." Fox's eyes shot open as both champions were announced. Fox thought, 'Diana? What the fuck do I have in common with her?!'
Diana stood from her chair and stomped onto the stage from her seating area. She glared at Fox with a scowl, piercing him with her glowing eyes. She then fastened her gloves and took what looked like a running stance. Fox slid his hands out of his pockets slowly, unwrapping Ahri's arm from his. "You wouldn't..." Fox said, slight annoyance hinting in his words.
Diana lowered herself in a lower stance and summoned her blade to her hands and bringing her eyebrows together in a pissed expression. She tightened her grip and bared her teeth. Fox got into a somewhat defensive stance, taking a step back, bringing his hands up to their fighting position. "I swear to Gods if you do it..." Fox said, annoyance now clear on his words.
Yasuo was just sitting in his seat looking at the aura around him with awe, as Yi next to him just face palmed again and sighed loudly. "DAMMIT! Cause that shits fair!"
Yasuo just smiled slightly and looked up to see Diana in a crouched position with her blade drawn, holding it tightly in her right hand. He looked over at the elders and the Master and saw that they had taken a step back, as if knowing what was about to happen. Yasuo grabbed his blade and stood up ready to take action. He then heard a voice that he did not recognize in his head.
'Don't do it. Don't fucking do it.' Yasuo froze from the sudden command and tried to place the voices owner.
Fizz had a scared look on his face while looking at Diana, holding both hands up and shaking them as if to ward Diana off. "Yo, Fox, I think she's gonna do it..."
"She better not." He replied not taking his eyes off of her.
Diana's left foot, which was extended behind her pressed harder onto the ground and she brought her left hand down to touch the ground as if to get a better grip. Both Fox and Fizz noticed this.
"Okay, I seriously think she's gonna do it Fox."
"...the fuck she will..." Fox said.
"Do you see that look of confused hatred?"
"What I see is a champion who better calm the fuck down and not do what we think she wants to do."
"Well, I think that what you think she wants to do, is not what she's thinking."
"Fizz, what you think i think that you think that i thought she was thinking to do is not what i thought, so I don't think she's gonna do what we think she's thinking."
"Dude, I thought that what you thought was what i was thinking of what you were thinking! I thought we were on the same thought process of what she was thinking she wanted to do! I thought that's what you were thinking I was thinking of you thinking!"
"Wait, what?" said Fox looking over at Fizz, letting down his guard. Diana launched herself at this moment towards Fox and he just sighed and brought his right fist back, "Dammit Diana!" A blue aura charged into Foxes hand and he clenched his fingers closer to the center of his hand, making the aura suck into that area in a swirling motion, making it into a small ball shape, floating inside his palm. Fox took a strong step forward with his left foot, slamming it into the ground, and thrust his hand forward while whispering a spell. Diana brought her weapon over in an arc to strike at Fox but it was too late, he already had his hand out with the small blue ball pointing at her. She saw him whisper a spell and she was distracted for a second, which changed the force of her swing to slow down.
The ball suddenly exploded into an aura of blues that wrapped around Diana quickly and clung to her. She lowered her weapon and dropped to a knee, holding her chest. She breathed in deeply and took a few seconds before she looked up at Fox, standing up while she did so. Fox was breathing heavily as he rubbed his hand where the ball used to be. "Command issue." Fox said.
Diana stood up straight and looked at him in the eyes. "Pay...your...respects...to...the Master." Fox said, each word followed by a pant. Diana nodded and turned around towards where the Master stood, his hands behind his back, and bowed to him. After bringing herself back up, she turned back towards Fox and he was holding his right arm now with his left hand as if it was in extreme pain. "Command, end." Diana hunched forward and took a stepped, looking around slightly confused. She saw Fox and scowled again bringing her right fist up to try and attack Fox again.
"You son of a b-" Diana was cut off as she felt a blade pressed against her throat, enough force causing her to freeze her movements. Yasuo stood to her side, looking at her with an angry face. "That, would be extremely unwise." She seemed to growl at him in a hushed tone as he looked at Fox. "Are you okay summoner?" Fox just looked at him, still breathing heavily and nodded his approval. "Yeah, just that that spell takes a lot out of the caster...sheathe it Yasuo. I trust she knows she won't be able to do it." He nodded and sheathed his sword after some fancy movements with it through the air. He then walked over to stand next to Fox, crossing his arms.
Fizz just chuckled and jumped up onto Yasuo's shoulder, "Okay, THAT was badass. Bump me bro." He held out his fist at Yasuo and he just looked straight, bringing up his left hand and fist bump Fizz. All six of the champions and Fox looked at Diana in unison, who after a few seconds picked up her weapon and seemed to send it back to where she summoned it from. She walked down to where Rengar was and stood next to him, crossing her arms as well. Now that all seven were up there, the crowd began whispering.
Fox was confused slightly then realized what they must've been talking about. He sighed and stepped forward, looking at the Master who seemed to walk forward as well as if to meet Fox half way sensing his question. "So, is this the part where I choose which champion I want to be truly bound to?"
The Master shook his head and then faced the crowd, away from the confused summoner. "Usually, if a summoner was bound to more than one champion then they were to either choose which champion they wanted to be bound or they chose for the champions to fight it for the binding, but here, we shall make an exception."
The Orb hummed and spoke in another tune that gave off a feeling that it was in a good mood. "Yes, I have seen the potential of this group and have made my decision. Fox, the Sly I now bind you to these seven, and shall let the people give you a proper title. Now come forth all of you, so i can give you your mark."
Fox stepped to his left to face the crowd, with his seven champions lining up next to him. Their marks began to form onto the inside of their left wrist. It was different for each champion, Fizz having a trident, Aatrox with his heads shape looking over his right shoulder, Rengar had a hand holding his dagger up triumphantly, Diana a crescent moon, Sona, her music instrument, Ahri an elaborate shaped heart, and Yasuo a tornado on a hill with what seemed like a storm behind it. They all were in their own design of a shield, each themed with their role, and inside to represent Fox, was a Fox of some sort, each different. Fizz's had a Fox seem as if it was looking off into the distance over its left shoulder, the body disappearing mid-section at the bottom of the shield. Aatrox's had a Fox looking over its left shoulder as well, but more menacing. Rengar just had the head of a fox with another menacing look, as if it was hunting. Diana's had an entire fox curled up and appeared to be sleeping. Sona's had an entire fox as well, but it was sitting up straight, its tail curled around to rest in front of it, looking to its right. Ahri's had the fox curling around the heart as if embracing it. Yasuo's had what appeared to have the fox as a wind spirit, cause its body had a mist feel to it, looking as if it were part of the wind as well as the storm, coming out of the top of the tornado.
The Champions looked at their new marks, most rubbing, touching or flexing it to get its feel. They all stopped as soon as they heard Fox gasp and start to groan and lightly scream. They all looked at him as his mark was burning through his clothes. "WHAT THE FUCK MAGIC?!" He yanked off his hoodie as the mark began burning more and more symbols besides the shield into his arm. The shield was blank but had a very detailed border. Then what appeared to be a vine type pattern made its way up his arm, and stopped there. Then wave like patterns were made around the area of his elbow, wrapping around his arm, then more swirls began forming in blank areas. Then what looked like chains, were made in his inside arm, twisting onto the outside, up to the crescent moon that was made onto his shoulder. Finally, a line of music notes were made around his wrist.
After a few more seconds, Fox was breathing heavily again and looked at the new engraving on his arm. "Holy shit...there's something on here for all seven of you." He looked up to see his champions and just about the whole hall looking at him with what seemed like worried faces...or was it curiosity. He addressed his next question at the Orb though. "Did you make this?"
The Orb hummed in a happy tone, "I did indeed. As they are branded with your mark, you are to be branded with theirs, just in a different way."
"Yeah, I can see that. Painful, but one hell of a new tattoo. Nicely done." He said while looking over it again. He walked back up to the line and picked up his jacket, sliding it back over his arms and zipping it up half-way. The Master stood in front of them and raised his arms. "All those bound, come forth once more, as we stand you in front of your families, and the people to show another year of our promise." All those bound stepped forward and stood behind Fox and his champions, all happy and grinning at each other.
"People of the lands, Welcome our True Summoners!" The Master said with a booming voice and the crowd jumped up and began to cheer. Fox looked around him and smiled at the others with him. Those that saw his smile either met it with happiness or looked away with a scared look.
"Well...that wasn't as bad as I hoped it wasn't going to be."