(A/N): Hello and welcome back to my League Of Legends series! Next up in the series is Fiora! Yes I know Fiora's sort of a conceited bitch and she's pretty overpowered with that Blade Waltz but I'm here to show you all the reality that even the most proud and skilled person can be humbled by another!

Fiora's kind of been an on and off champion for me; sometimes I wreck and sometimes I fail. Either way, she's pretty fun to use but Riot seriously needs to nerf her a bit because her ultimate is just too strong. Fiora is also the only one who doesn't have a sexy skin (only her original is good in my opinion because of that ass). The other skins weren't drawn very well and there was a lot of opportunities to make Fiora a beautiful champion (especially since she seems to be one of the most exotic with her French accent).

Anyway, hope you all enjoy this attempt! Once again I apologize for any OOCness in advance! Enjoy!

A Worthy Challenger

"Is there anyone who can provide me with a real challenge?" I said.

The man who just dueled me rose to his feet after losing his second in a row. I sheathed my rapier and looked around at the crowd.

"Anyone who can fight me step forward," I said again.

Everyone seemed scared or shocked. I decided to take some time off from the League to try and quench my thirst for a worthy opponent. Every person I've fought has proven to be nowhere near the level I desire to fight at. I began to lose faith that there really was no one who could stand their ground against me. The announcer looked up.

"Will no one accept the challenge that Fiora of the House Of Laurent has issued?" he shouted.

I took a seat in the bench and waited patiently. I had been coming to this part of the district due to the major rumors I had been hearing about there being excellent fighters here. Up to this moment after nearly two hours, I had not fought a single decent challenge excluding one woman who actually managed to almost hit me...once.

"The challenge is to last two minutes with her people! The grand prize is 3000 gold pieces!" he said.

I saw several men eye me but for the most part, the crowd seemed completely appalled at the idea and the man I had just defeated scurried off. I sighed deeply as I began to gather my things.

"I'll fight," said a voice.

I turned to see a boy, no older than 20 step forward. He had long jet black hair that was kept in a ponytail with bangs hanging over his face. He was dressed rather casually in sportswear though he had a hood over his head. I looked to his side to see that he owned a sword. He looked asian though not to a great extent and he wore a necklace with the insignia of the house of Laurent, indicating that he must've been affiliated with it somehow.

"You know the rules correct?" I asked.

"Last two minutes with you isn't it?" he said.

I smiled.

"You make it sound as if it were casual," I said raising an eyebrow.

"My apologies if I did," he said.

He didn't even draw his sword and took a stance. I was puzzled as to why but thought nothing of it as I took my stance. The announcer quickly approached him and after a few seconds of whispering, he returned to his set.

"Alright! Next round is Fiora Laurent vs. Lucas Seltfer! Begin!" said the announcer.

I launched a quick slash but he quickly sidestepped me. I tried again and he simply stepped back. I launched slash after slash but he would always shuffle out of reach. I began to get annoyed at him as I really began to try. He seemed to have noticed my change in pace and he began to struggle to dodge my attacks. I launched a kick and managed to strike his legs, sweeping him off his feet and I swung my sword at his face. I didn't even see him grab his sword as he blocked it with the sheath. He threw me off of him before rolling away.

"I didn't know you were fighting to kill," he said.

I ignored his words as I lunged at him. He blocked every strike with his sheathed sword. I again grew annoyed and tried my previous tactic. To my surprise, he smoothly sidestepped me and swept me off my feet. I expected to hit the floor but I met his arm as he looked down at me. He put his sword back it it's place on his belt and moved one of my bangs from my face.

"You really are beautiful," he said softly.

A mix of embarrassment and anger filled me as I swung again. He smoothly dodged me and backflipped away. He held up his sword and bowed to me.

"I'm sorry for this," he said.

I once again ignored his words as I charged at him. I heard the sound of a sword leaving it's sheath and he knocked my sword away before launching a slash of his own. I quickly blocked it and I was shocked to see that he as a practitioner of Zattochi style swordplay. He was able to hold back my blade with a reverse grip?!

"You're really fast, I guess I underestimated the Laurent house after all," he said.

I threw him off before punching him in the face. He shrugged it off as he rubbed his cheek.

"Ok I deserved that," he said.

I swung again and to my surprise, he kicked the sword out of my hand and swept me once more. In a fluid motion, he sheathed his sword and caught me from my fall.

"Yield?" he said.

I smiled as I took the opportunity to throw him to the ground and unsheathing my shortblade and holding it to his throat. He chuckled.

"Don't let your guard down child," I said.

"You too," he said as he looked ahead of him.

To my surprise, his sword stood mere centimetres away from my heart.

"Call it a draw?" he asked.

I nodded reluctantly as I moved my blade away from him. He rose to his feet and sheathed his sword before facing looking watch his watch and pressing a button.

"I lasted 2 minutes and 26 seconds," he said.

My eyes opened wide as I realized; he wasn't truly fighting because he was lasting the time rather than to win.

"Very true my boy! Here you are, 3000 gold pieces," said the announcer.

He happily took the bag from the announcer as I sheathed my blade.

"It was an honor to duel you Fiora Laurent," said Lucas.

"We should do this again sometime," I said.

Lucas smiled at me.

"How about tomorrow? I'll come by the house," he said.

This was a chance to learn more about him and his affiliation with my House in addition to learning just how was so excellent with a blade, especially with an unorthodox reverse grip. He was also quite a nice man and I knew he could've hurt me but he instead chose to not strike. I made a lot of mistakes in that battle, something I didn't intend to do ever again.

"I look forward to it," I replied.

He bowed respectfully before producing a rose from his bag and throwing it to me. With one last smile, he walked away. For some reason I could not fathom, I felt immense heat in my cheeks. There was a lot that I learned from simply clashing blades with him but what astounded me was the fact that I actually stopped to think about him; no man had ever managed to get me to think about anything other than how good he was with a blade or how he could contribute to the House Of Laurent.

Why is he having such an effect on me when we only just met?

Why was I not angry at myself for losing to him?

And the most important question of all...have I finally found the opponent I've searched so long for?

I packed my belongings before nodding to the announcer and making my way home. I was immediately met by one of the housemaids.

"Mistress? I heard news of your first loss," she said.

"You heard correctly Alissa...unfortunately," I said with a sigh.

She seemed very guilty for a moment according to her face but she regained her composure.

"Was his name...Lucas Seltfer?" she asked.

I nodded and her eyes opened wide.

"So...he did return home after all," she said.

"Who exactly is he?" I asked now curious.

"My older brother," she said.

My eyes widened.

"But your surname is Willow," I said.

"He kept the maiden name of my mother because he hated our father," she said.

I put my things down before taking a seat with her.

"Tell me everything you know about him," I requested.