The image of a body bleeding from the neck, no more than a child's, pops into the man's head.
Kavyn. It started with him.
Several more accompany it in his mind, the blood and grievous wounds able to shock any normal person looking upon them.
They came for me. A deal, they said, to serve them or to die. They received the latter.
But of course... that day came. The day that I was swept from the slums and into the luxurious palace that was accompanied by a sense of order.
He remembers the night on the walkway of the streets of Noxus, walking cautiously before a hooded figure attacks him with a short sword and knife. He blocks both strikes with a blade under each arm, before throwing him off guard to distract him, vaulting over the side of the walkway and landing on the ground into a roll.
He then starts sprinting away as he sees the figure follow him with surprising agility, turning just in time to dodge a sword thrust and running past the streets into a dead end, before he sprints to the wall, kicking off it to back flip behind the stranger. He strikes with his elongated blade, but that thrust is parried by his opponent's sword. Suddenly, he feels the weight of the sword being lifted as the stranger feints, pulling it back and kneeing him in the chest, and bringing him to the ground as the hooded man points his sword at him.
The man then reveals himself as General Du Couteau, still holding the young man at sword point.
"I offer you a chance at salvation, young assassin. Join the ranks of Noxus, or die here in this dismal place," he says with a loud and authoritative voice.
"If I must, then I shall. However, you are the only one I will obey, General, as I can only respect someone who has bested me in battle."
From then on, I served him. My blades were his. And they were sharpened to the point they are at today.
He feels a poke on his shoulder, and hears a voice, feminine in nature, speaking to him.
"Assassin, let's go."
Talon's eyes open at the first word, and he steps out of the carriage, having taken the time to prepare during the ride. The gleam of sunlight reflects off his armour, his cape with five deadly spikes on it as well as the red scarf used as a veil over his mouth, his brown hair visible in the light.
"Now, now, Talon, we need to interrogate him for father, so don't kill him just yet, just abduct him," Katarina, says to him quietly, for it was her. He nods in response, silently free running up the nearest building and sighting their target.
I need to get over there and snatch him... okay, found a way,he thinks to himself whilst looking over the area, running towards a conveniently placed, crane-lifted plank. He cuts it off with his wrist mounted blade as he jumps into the wall, barely grabbing onto the railing as he looks down to see what destruction he has caused. The crash had caused a distraction as people start to investigate, giving Katarina the signal to snatch him. She nods, and runs over, cupping his mouth with her hand, and dragging him into the facility's basement. As they enter the basement, Talon grows impatient.
"Okay, out with it, why are you here at a military testing facility when you're a politician?" Talon says to him, obviously annoyed.
The captive spits directly at Talon insultingly.
"Well, well, Katarina and Talon. Children of the dead General."
Katarina widens her eyes, and punches the tied up politician multiple times in the face.
"SHUT UP!" She yells at him before drawing a blade. She is about to cut him open when Talon stops her, his face impassive.
"Tell us what we want to know, and you may die cleanly."
The captive scowls at Talon, and turns away from him. Talon sighs with regret, and kneels down, searching the pockets of the man and finding a notice with a seal from the royal chambers of Zaun.
"You pathetic bureaucrat." is all Talon says, before plunging his blade into the man's neck and killing him instantly. He then opens the letter to see a military notification, from a person called Singed. It dictates that, if any warrior of the Noxus High Command saw a deserter known only by the name Riven, then they must seek out and kill her immediately, disregarding all other orders.
He scowls, before taking a torch from the mantelpiece, and starting to burn the letter, as well as the whole basement. "Now we go." He quickly says to Katarina as he exits the room, walking straight past the carriage. "Send word if it's true. You'll see me again soon." He remarks to her before wandering off into the nearby woods, searching for this Riven.