The little monsters clashed, red and blue balls of fury colliding against each other, splashing the once peaceful clearing with tiny sparks, embers and clear drops of water along with a miniature blizzard of icy broken shards before instantly repositioning next to their respective owners.
"Shyv!"
The tiny red monster stumbles, golden orbs briefly flickering towards its worried trainer before wandering back to the mischievous honey-colored eyes of its adversary and the white haired woman cackling mockingly behind it.
"Go Nami, obliterate Quinn's pathetic whelp with your bubble cannon attack!
Syndra smiles sweetly and the mermaid just nods, calm playful eyes suddenly turning hard like steel, soft cream-colored lips abruptly opening wide ready to unleash a torrent of concentrated bubbles at the still dazed miniature dragon.
"Shyv, dodge it!"
Quinn's desperate plea unfortunately draws the fire type's attention, briefly causing Shyvana's armored head to turn towards her distressed trainer's direction the same exact moment the first barrage of bubbles suddenly meets the small creature's body.
The result is unfortunate and yet inevitable and the tiny dragon can only cry out in pain as sphere after sphere of compressed air and frigid water suddenly collides with the dragoness' body tossing the small creature around like a rag doll, violently throwing the miniature beast a couple of feet away before Shyvana even registers her adversary's movements.
"Shyvana!"
The dragonling blinks, beautiful golden orbs now scrunched up in agony, its tiny body spasms and trembles one final time as the small loyal creature struggles to stand up and approach its frightened owner before it abruptly collapses back on the ground and faints, passing out without even the faintest of sounds.
"Shyvana can't fight anymore and so the winner of this duel is Syndra!"
The nameless judge's voice suddenly brings Quinn back to her senses and the brunette trainer blinks, her face still drained of color.
The young trainer only spares a single glance at her lifelong rival, dryly noting Syndra's nauseatingly victorious smirk and equally disgustingly smug expression. The snow-haired beauty's lilac eyes are shining with mirth, the dark light swirling inside them almost drowning the entire world in hues of dark purple, pride and arrogance practically written all over her young rival's fair, pale visage.
Quinn grunts, her heart suddenly overflowing with anger, she takes a step forward almost lashing out at the rich trainer before noticing the water type monster's apologetic form, silently fidgeting near her owner. The sight of her rival's partner abruptly reminds Quinn of her own beloved miniature dragoness and the trainer sighs in defeat, releasing a soft breath full of frustration, she then grudgingly shoves a hand inside her pocket and proceeds to throw the majority of her measly savings towards the white-haired beauty's general direction before abruptly making a mad dash for the tiny red creature laying face down on the cold mud.
"Shyvana, are you all right? Shyv? Talk to me, please?"
The dragonling ignores her, her tiny red form now curled up into a ball and a nasty still bleeding scratch clearly evident on the miniature dragoness' sweaty forehead. The snow-haired trainer just scoffs in disgust at the pathetic display before her, she grabs Quinn's money and then coils a hand around the melancholic mermaid's forearm and it isn't long before the rude heiress starts dragging the poor mermaid away leading her back to her extravagant manor.
"Come on, Nami, we shouldn't waste our time with losers such as those two. Let's just use this little money we won to buy you a decent hat or maybe a cute outfit, how about a silken dress with ribbons and a hole for your tail? It's going to be purple of course, you have to compliment my eyes and wardrobe if you really want to stand beside me, Dear."
Quinn remains quiet, ears red and shoulders shaking in barely contained anger, her face as scarlet as Shyvana's scarred and dented armor. The trainer desperately wants to defend her partner's honor but she wisely chooses to bite back her retort and prioritize helping her precious friend instead of getting dragged in another one of Syndra's pointless arguments. Just look how good that had worked out for her the last time she had tried!
The brunette wraps her arms around the dragoness' still prone form, carefully lifting the little beast from the muddy earth before gently carrying the small creature towards the safety of her little shack in the woods and the dragoness comfortable wicker basket. But that just wasn't meant to be it seems since Quinn hadn't even managed to take a few steps away from the dueling grounds before the booming noise of thunder and the blinding lights of lightning finally decided to make themselves known, covering the small clearing in a blanket of water and deafening moisture.
Quinn silently curses, her frantic heart now loudly beating against her eardrums and the trainer scowls in frustration when Shyvana suddenly starts whimpering, shifting uncomfortably in her sleep inside her trainer's warm embrace.
Damn, why did it suddenly have to start raining while Shyvana was injured! It was a well known fact that fire type monsters were generally weak against water type attacks and Shyvana would always start throwing tantrums every time the brunette trainer would even imply helping the dragoness wash away the dirt from her scales and armor with the help of a nice warm shower.
Quinn sighed, tired amber orbs frantically searching for shelter among the blurry greenery and the ancient trees of the forest. An abandoned critter's nest, a dry patch of earth shielded by the huge husk of a fallen tree or even a wrinkled tree hole big enough to house a small dragon. Quinn couldn't be picky about her findings right now since any form of dry hiding spot would do as long as the refuge she discovered was capable of shielding her favorite miniature companion from the wet onslaught of the rain and the freezing winds mercilessly roaring around them.
Shyvana shudders, a pathetically weak whimper abruptly drawing the brunette trainer's attention, worried amber eyes suddenly wandering towards the surprisingly cold dragonling, its tiny purple paws instinctively wrapping around its owner's forearms as if desperately trying to cling to some semblance of warmth inside this frigid rainstorm.
Quinn almost bursts out into tears at this sight, the knowledge that the miniature dragoness' chances of survival were fully depending on her numb trembling limbs the only thing that prevents the young trainer from just collapsing among the filthy puddles of rainwater and screaming her lungs out for whole hours.
Quinn sniffles, hurriedly abandoning her previously frantic and admittedly fruitless search for appropriate shelter before finally kneeling under a gnarly looking old oak tree, carefully wrapping the shivering creature inside her discarded shirt before positioning herself between the small quivering bundle and the raging thunderstorm.
The trainer sniffles again, her gentle amber gaze never straying away from the teary eyes of the little dragonling even as the wind keeps howling, slapping her head and exposed back and the raindrops keep chilling the young woman to the bone.
Shyvana whimpers and her trainer can't help but smile at the cute little dragoness, sun-kissed skin now covered in moist shimmering diamonds gently rubbing against the little dragon whelp's snoot and forehead, eliciting small nervous yelps of delight from the miniature dragon.
"It's ok, Shyv. We are going to stay here until the rain stops and then we are going straight for the hospital. I really want doctor Shen to have a look at your injuries before we settle down for the night. Ok?"
The brunette trainer tries to smile reassuringly, amber eyes slowly drifting closed, her head gradually sliding against the wet bark of the tree shielding them until finally stopping a few inches above the small dragoness' now thoughtful, intelligent eyes as the rain and thunder above them keep fighting to their hearts' content.
And somewhere inside this very storm the tiny dragoness' body abruptly starts shining, bathing the whole clearing in a warm yellow light before the forest is yet again shrouded in darkness and mystery, hiding this small miracle from any passing onlooker's curious eyes.
Note: So I was yet again browsing Shyvana's original splashart ( I love it ) and then suddenly realized that a more chibi version of Shyvana would be really similar to a Pokemon and that the same thing applied to Nami. I then imagined Syndra surrounded by floating pokeballs being the jerky antagonist and there you have it I finally have an excuse to once again attempt some Shyvana fluff. I could have put it with the rest of the oneshots but it then started approaching three thousand word mark and I decided to try turning it into a small story.