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Ugh, he hated doing on-field repairs like these… but they had to be done, otherwise he'd might as well consider himself incapacitated for the rest of the fight. The blue-furred, golden-eyed Yordle known as 'Rumble' was sitting in the Blue Team's fountain as his trustworthy "steed" – his machine only known as 'Tristy' – had been shut down for the moment and now stood in a crouched position near him to allow him to reach her husk and open it up… inside was a mess of cables, wires and gears which most people would get a headache of thinking up which thing went where… but not Rumble. He could solve these things in his sleep by now, not that any of it bothered him anyway. He was glad with being able to solve problems that easily… the hard part was that not even he knew what the problem was sometimes. The 'Mechanized Menace' had to admit himself that some things about his machine remained pure mysteries.
"C'mon now Tristy… don't croak on Papa Rumb' now…" he grumbled with a wrench stuck in-between his lips as he pulled aside a few cord-forests to reveal a large loose bolt, spitting the wrench out into his hand to screw it back into place. Unbeknownst to him, their Marksman for the match was creeping up on him, and without further warning proceeded to bonk Rumble on the head with the butt of her large mini-gun. "Stop lazing around you Dorkasaurus Rex! There's stuff to wreck! And people to kill~" the ever-gleeful and sadistic voice of Jinx would ring in Rumble's ears like the voice of a grim reaper… a very colorful, scantily-clad and gun-crazed reaper. He merely grumbled and rubbed the top of his head a little. "If you didn't happen to notice, Jinx… my machine is not in top-gear. If I can't get Tristy working again I might as well tell my Summoner to disregard me from the fight altogether."
"Booooooooo-ring~! You're no fun. It's always more fun when it's risky!" the gun-toting lady merely responded with her wicked grin, just before her Support re-spawned in the form of the ever-bright Solari Warrior Leona. The armored lady gave Jinx a glare that could resemble a mother's scorn, but Rumble paid no heed as he was too busy fixing his machine, but could hear their arguing; Leona blaming Jinx for getting reckless and leaving her behind to get picked off by the enemy Jungler, and Jinx retaliating with that she managed to get a Double Kill and could've gotten a Triple if the enemy Support hadn't gotten away. At the end though, Jinx merely grumbled "surly-pants" at Leona and ran off towards Bottom Lane again with a gleeful 'Whee' and swinging her guns around as usual, whilst Leona pinched the bridge of her nose in annoyance. "Such an unruly child…" she muttered, before unsheathing her sword and bringing up her large shield, ready for battle anew. "Rumble, not to rush you, but-"
"I know, I know. Gotta be ready for the final push." He interrupted Leona who was admittedly shocked at Rumble speaking up like that, but nevertheless it managed to crack forth a soft smile on Leona's face as the Solari would merely nod and rush off to aid Jinx in her dangerous escapades. "Hey, Leona!" Rumble called out to the woman who surprisingly enough stopped in her tracks to heed him out. "Yes, Rumble?" she called out, causing Rumble himself to get a bit silent too; he was always so unused when actually getting acknowledged by others, even when being on the Fields of Justice like this… but oh well. He merely looked over to her whilst also fixing up the last little patches on Tristy. "Does… anyone know where the enemy's Middle Lane is?" he asked in slight caution in case the enemy's Middle Lane was roaming around the Rift looking to pick on his own lane; the Top Lane. The Solari would think for a while, before shaking her head. "Sadly, I do not know where he is. Katarina has-"
"He's no longer in Middle." A voice cut them off as Katarina warped into the fountain, just having recalled as the Du Couteau sibling would flick her daggers into their sheathes again before tossing some gold at the Shop-Keeper Yordle and pluck out a couple of Potions from the stand. "I just got back from pushing to their Middle Tower… I have not seen him for quite a while since I first got a kill on him." The Sinister Blade's words got Rumble to become a little anxious, his heart skipping a beat or two in his small chest as he listened intently on the Noxian's explanations. Normally he would've not listened to her as he distrusted people from both Noxus and Zaun – and for good reasons too – but their match had not gone too well by now, and they needed every single advantage they could get. That was not what got him worried, though… it was the fact of who it was she was talking about. He did not know if he could face him without losing his temper. He knew it'd either end in him losing focus in the fight… or make him unwilling to fight altogether. "Hey, fuzz-ball. Yordle…" the sharp words of the equally sharp-bladed Noxian would snap him out of it as he shook his head a little to focus on Katarina. "What's up with you? You were staring into empty air for a moment." She didn't really care about the Yordle, but Leona had brought it to her attention by calling out his name as well, but Rumble had not responded. Still a bit dumbfounded from his deep thoughts being interrupted, he spoke in a slight mumble
"U-Uh… yeah I'm fine…" he spoke as he merely got back to fixing up Tristy with the final touches as Katarina merely shrugged and gave a wry look at Rumble before running back to Middle, and Leona had to go assist Jinx as she ran off as quickly as her armored frame could. Rumble stood still in the fountain, looking up at his machine for a while as he merely gave off a short sigh, patting his mechanical monster a little before giving a smile to himself. "Don't worry, Rumble…" he said to himself as he hopped up into the cockpit, revving his machine up as it slowly got to life with a loud sputtering and hissing, standing up in its full glory. "You'll pull this off… you'll be fine, yeah?" reassuring himself one last time with a soft smile, he ventured off to Top Lane again…
A resounding *CLONG* went off as a large hammer weapon struck the force-field generated around Rumble's mechanic monstrosity when his Scrap Shield went off, shielding him barely from the impact of the hammer but still sent him staggering backwards as Rumble would grit his teeth and hiss at his opponent, being quite a handsome man with Hextech gear adorning his outfit and armed with a large golden hammer in his hands, resting on his shoulders by now as he merely gave a self-satisfied smirk over at Rumble. "Hmf… feel free to give up now." He stated in a somewhat cocky, but self-assured manner as Rumble merely spat at him. "To hell with ya, Piltover pansy!" he snapped at his opponent, being Jayce, as he would punch a few buttons on his machines and his cannon came to life, spewing out a vivid stream of flames at his opponent as Jayce merely leaped to the side, his hammer quickly coming to life as the sides of it expanded and opened up as his hammer suddenly turned to a cannon, which he now held and aimed for Rumble as he'd send out a well-aimed Shock Blast for the Yordle. He was blindsided by the projectile as it exploded upon Tristy's frame, sending Rumble back even more as his machine was slightly electrified.
"G-Ggh… c-c'mon Tristy, move!" Rumble snarled as he slammed and whacked at his machine with Jayce merely looking on in teasing amusement, giving off a chuckle at the little creature's struggles. "S-S-Shut up, long-legs!" the mechanic barked back at him as Jayce's smug smirk returned. "Or else what, you're gonna throw more insults at me? I'm so terrified…" the sarcasm seethed from his lips as he merely spun his hammer around in his hands, the cannon nozzle shrinking back to its original hammer shape in mid-spin as he'd wield it over his shoulders again, tapping the handle of it along his body as he spoke. "You know… you're not too different from one Yordle we've got at the Academy. He was sort of like you are now when he first came in; an embarrassed little pile of fur. But he's gone as far as you have… heck, I might say even fur-" he was cut off as a huge harpoon sizzling with electricity barely whizzed past his head, scraping up his skin a bit and causing him to groan in discomfort from the jolt of electric currents running through the wound.
"Don't… you dare… speak of him… two-legger." Rumble's voice was a deep, threatening growl now as Tristy had its main weapon slot smoking hot from firing the harpoon, readying a second one right away. "He… is nothing like you bunch of geeks! He's no sell-out!" he smashed the button again as another harpoon shot right out from the slot as Jayce merely sighed and slammed his hammer into the ground butt-first, causing small rocket extensions on the handle to burst to life as he flew up in mid-air temporarily to avoid the projectile, landing quickly again. "Still thinking we treat Yordles as mere pets, I see… you truly are stubbo-" interrupted again as that huge spiked ball on Rumble's machine came for him as he raised his weapon, the hammer and mace colliding with a resounding *GONG* sound as both of them got pushed away from the impact. He had to admit, Rumble's mech was pretty strong. "Better stubborn and loyal… than a mere pawn to humans." The blue-furred boy grunted out as he steadied Tristy into an upright position and aimed her weapons for Jayce anew. "… Yordles in that Academy turn into nothing but pawns for you humans… especially with Hair-for-Brains Heimer at the helm. And nothing can make me change tha-"
*Beep, beep, beep*
Three loud beeps caught the attention of the mechanic as he quickly gazed down, only to see something he really didn't want to see right now.
A huge satchel full of explosives. Ticking away slowly.
He was close.
