The forest. Her home. No matter how much time she spent away from it, no matter how much more human she became, she couldn't stop herself from coming back to the same gigantic trees with leaves so thick even the summer weather felt surprisingly cool. She sprinted as fast as she could, alternating between 2 legs and 4, somersaulting through the trees at ridiculous speeds, stopping a moment on the thick branch of a large oak tree to catch her breath. Sitting down, she pulled the orange she brought with her out of her pocket, peeling it using mostly her teeth and tossing the scattered pieces of the peel aside. Pulling the sections of the orange apart, she ate is slowly, savoring it's strong and tangy taste. She stood up after a few moments, licking the citris juice off her lips, and stretching her legs. She hoped Zyra wouldn't mind her taking the orange from the plant-woman's garden a few hours back
She took a brief looking around, unable to get a good view from her current altitude. She began scaling the oak higher, her abnormal agility (at least for human standards) making it an easy task. She finally stopped on what she thought was the last stable branch, now almost 100 feet in the air, overlooking the Ionian shore, the sun now almost directly above her. The island's largest city about 6 miles to her left casted almost no shadow at this hour, the entire island brightly lit and shine sparkling like a...giant bottle of seltzer, or something. Gods, she was so bored of this view. Hell, she was bored with the world.
Everyday since she joined the League, she came looking at this same, tired view almost everyday. Valoran was so small on its own, not to mention half of it was unexplorable since it was either Noxian or Zaun territory, infested with deadly monsters, or a barren desert or tundra. She couldn't travel with other people since she wasn't really aligned with any of Valoran's many factions, and most people, even other champions, wouldn't even come near her to due her...origins. The Summoner's Rift matches at the Institute of War were very rarely interesting themselves. She did love herself a good fight, but fighting the same champions over and over again in the mid lane was getting tiring, even in the heat of a battle. The ONE thing that should never get boring. She sighed loudly before kicking the trunk of the tree in frustration, startling any and all birds nearby. She looked longingly up at the sky, her golden eyes shining in the light of the sun.
"He's getting away!" Gods, how many people had yelled that at him in the past hour. 50? 60? Eh, didn't matter. Even with his cloak slowing him down, they weren't going to catch him. And if the DID...they were not in for a good time. He ran through the streets with buildings seemingly made out of pure gold, dashing around every corner and throwing anyone he saw out of the way. Or, in the case of a soldier, slicing them out of the way. He certainly wouldn't harm innocents, but the soldiers, they were actually interfering with his goals. It's like his father always said: "I hate the government."
How long have they been chasing me now, an hour? He stopped abruptly as another soldier interrupted his thoughts. For whatever reason, he decided to ignore this one, just teleporting around him when he got close. He was sure some of the soldiers could use magic too...though nowhere near as effective. It was hard to believe only 2 hours ago, he was just a normal, arrogant, young adult. Now he was the confirmed leader of the resistance.
Another soldier took a swing at him, and this time he was not as merciful. Drawing his swords in the blink of an eye, he stabbed the soldier straight through the chest, tossing him aside and winking at a little boy to distract him from what he just saw. He knew he wouldn't be dead though. It took a lot more than that to kill a...
Finally, he reached the literally end of the road, a step drop into a seemingly endless pit, though he knew he'd reach the "bottom" eventually. He just needed to fight his way through ONE more onslaught of soldiers. Besides, there were only like...30 of them. No problem.
He dashed right in the middle of them, swing both of his swords in a circle around him and shooting magic all over the place. He blocked or dodged and sword, spear, or magic bolts flying towards him, slashing through the soldiers, not killing or even knocking any of them unconscious. As the last soldier went down, he approached the impossibly step cliff and turned to address the soldiers.
"Ya know, for a bunch of trained soldiers, none of you seem to know the first thing about combat..." most of them were writhing in pain on the ground, but a few turned to listen to his words. "...there's no point in fighting an impossible battle. I bid you, farewell," he finished, delivering a fake bow to go along with it. Without turning around, he leaped off of the cliff, descending into the blue skies and thick clouds below. He took in a breathe of fresh air, flipping around in an attempt to untie his burly cloak, when something hit him in the back of the head, exploding in a blast of light.
He groaned in pain, flipping around to see what hit him. From all above him, bolts of light magic were raining down on him. So, they finally called in the mages. He attempted to put of a magic barrier to defend himself, but was too late as another blasts of light hit him square in the face. He was sure they were sending people after him as well. He got into a diving position, barely conscious now, as more magic pelted him form above. As he finally slipped away, he prayed the landing wouldn't be as hard as he thought it would be...