Welcome, Summoners! Witness the extraordinary tales of extraordinary people as the whole of Valoran wages war upon itself.
Chapter One: Just Another Day on the Job
The wind shifted slightly to the east by a few miles. The Sheriff adjusted her aim a hair to account for the change in wind speed before re-settling in. Caitlyn had been lying in wait for multiple hours at this point, keeping an eye on her quarry from a distance. She had been tracking this slippery fellow for two months, and that was after a failed attempt to capture him on her own. This time, though, she was packing back-up.
"What's your position? He's still sitting at the bar. Any longer and he may leave." Caitlyn spoke over a short-ranged communication piece attached to her ear. A cool little gizmo she had whipped up a while ago when she gained a partner.
"Geez, calm down Cait. I'm just right down the street. He's not getting away this time." Her spunky, sarcastic partner replied back as Caitlyn saw Vi turn the corner, jogging her way down to the saloon where their target waited.
Vi was an interesting partner for the Sheriff. Not only was Vi a former criminal herself, while Caitlyn being her arresting officer, but their personalities were entirely different. Caitlyn, the calm and collected Sheriff, willing to wait for days for the precise conditions that she wants to make her move, partnered with Vi, the rambunctious, rebellious brawler who couldn't stand in the same spot for more than three seconds. Yet together they were an unstoppable combination, able to take down the most complex crime rings and the most dangerous criminals.
And yet, Caitlyn mused to herself, she still couldn't control her own partner.
"Take it slow. If he catches wind of you coming, he's just going to bail." Caitlyn warned, adjusting the lenses of her rifle scope to zoom in on her target. The man had many aliases, almost as many names as games that he cheated in, but there was one that consistently kept popping up: Twisted Fate. The name suited his style of crime exceptionally well: he was the head of a massive fraud and booking ring that focused on cheating in any form of gambling that the town of Piltover allowed. Seeing as how the vast majority of Piltover's economy ran off of the gambling industry, much to Caitlyn's dismay, this was a pretty big problem.
Twisted Fate was a hard target to track, given his underground connections, but catching him once tracked was another headache in and of itself. His magical abilities allowed him not only to slow and temporarily paralyze targets at will, but he could teleport leagues away at any moment. Capturing him required tricky timing and careful, precise movement.
Anyone who knew Vi knew that neither of those words come even close to describing how she moves.
"You said yourself that he could bail at any time. That means I gotta work fast. Besides, he can't see me anyway. I'm totally in the clear!" Vi replied in her usual confident, borderline cocky attitude as she approached the back alleyway to the saloon. She peered at a dumpster for a second before opening it and pulling out her Hextech Gauntlets, sliding them onto her hands and powering them on. She looked to where Caitlyn lay prone and grinned. "Ready?" she asked, taking a step back and bouncing on her toes, just waiting for the go-ahead to go in. Caitlyn ensured Twisted Fate was still sitting down, which he was, before nodding to herself. "He's sitting down. Go now." Caitlyn said, finger moving to the trigger, ready to fire at a moment's notice.
At the word 'go', Vi reared back a fist and flung herself through the wooden wall into the saloon. Wood and splinters flew everywhere. People dove for cover, but weren't scared at the metallic fist flying through the wall; it was a fairly common sight. Twisted Fate, on the other hand, stayed motionless. Even a splinter the size of a pool cue speared the glass Twisted Fate was drinking from wasn't enough to faze him. He simply sat there, as if pondering the depths of the continuum of life. He let out a small sigh before shaking his head. "Y'know, I paid top dollar fer that drink. And you just had to ruin it." He spoke, getting out of his seat and standing up. For a very tough man, he wasn't a very big one. Yet the very essence of magic seeped from every pour of his body, and his lack of size was definitely compensated by his inert potential.
Vi laughed and stretched her neck, rearing for a fight. "Yeah, well, it'd be a bore trashing some poor drunk guy. You're gonna be coming with me now." Vi spoke, still bouncing on the balls of her feet. Twisted Fate just laughed and put his hands on his hips. "Silly gurl. You just don't quite know what yer doin', don'tcha?" he retorted. Instantly his hand flicked out, sending a card flying. It glowed with a pale, yellow light as it zoomed toward Vi.
At least, it was zooming toward Vi until it flew into a wall, a hole in the middle of it. Twisted Fate let one eyebrow raise, looking out the window to finally spot Caitlyn, lying prone, her rifle barrel smoking from the shot. He let out a low whistle before chuckling a little. "Damn, that's a helluva shot. Give the lovely Sheriff my congratulations, as well as my farewell." He said, waving his hand with an arrogant grin decorating his rugged face. "No!" both officers shouted, Caitlyn lining up a shot as quickly as she could and Vi dashing forward to tackle the outlaw. Neither were successful, both hitting thin air where the cowboy was.
Vi pushed herself off of the ground, slamming a Hextech fist into the ground in frustration. She turned her head out the window to her boss, who stood up and slung her rifle over her back. It was clear that they were going to need some help catching him. And she knew just which outlaw to ask.