"Huh?" The girl gasped with astonishment, her eyes opened in a gesture of horror. Having heard the laughter coming from behind her head she decided to act even if she was to lose her life. She tightened her eyelids and fists then raised her hand and sent a small ball of light towards her enemy. Almost instantly she felt the release of her grip and lowering the blade from her throat. Without losing time she turned to cast another spell that swept the opponent off her feet, throwing her at one of the walls.

Katarina's fingers were still desperately clutching the blade, but her eyes had not recovered. She cursed in her mind for such recklessness - something in other she condemned with such passion. If only she had not played for so long and instead did her job right away...

Lux hurriedly approached the rival to send another - this time more massive - ball to her enemy which immobilized and slightly wounded the red-haired woman who had released her weapon. The next step was obviously to deprive her of the rest of her blades.

Eventually Katarina made her mind rather to die honorably than to live as a coward. She stood up leaning against the wall and blinking constantly to get her eyes fixed again to the usual dose of light.

Meanwhile Lux managed to reach her rival. She pressed the Noxian to the wall, causing a grimace on her face. She waited a few moments in the stillness as did the other girl who slowly regained her sight.

Lux wondered what she should do in this situation. Killing her would be the safest choice, but on the other hand why would she? Because Katarina tried to kill her? Does it had to mean she has to do the same? While these exclusive thoughts ran through her mind she stared at those wild green eyes, bloody red lips and flaming-red hair... The warmth beneath her skin grew. She had to do somethin. She needed to do something.

Lux closed her eyes; felt her breath finally slow down. It took her some time to realize... she pressed her lips to the woman's. When she realized it was already too late.

Her muscles took their time to relax when oppositely to her expectations the girl did not push her away, but kissed her back.

The need for dominance quickly rised in Katarina. She placed her palms at the girl's waist and turned around, so that now it was the Demacian was the one pinned to the wall.

Quite quickly her interest in the girl's lips shifted to her jaw, then her neck; sucking onto it and making small kisses, descending lower and lower...

"Stop ... wai ... I said stop!" The young sorceress groaned and her new admirer finally stopped and uncertainly lifted gaze at her.

"Not here!" Thle blue-eyed girl hissed as if it was obvious, but seeing the other girl's confusion she only rolled her eyes then dragged her by the hand; leading God-knows-where; leaving behind only a pile of steel.