Rumble had a mere split-second to react as he quickly threw his hands for the levers and wheels of his dashboard as he would spin and twist them like a mad-man to get Tristy to move away from the object on the ground, and he was luckily out of its way in just the nick of time as the satchel of explosives went off with a deafening bang, sending debris in the form of metal shards and dirt scattering in all directions, the force of the blast sending Rumble's machine skidding backwards a bit as the mechanic made it raise its arm a bit to shield him from the dust flying through the air, but the moment he lowered it he saw a shape he did not want to see right now;
It was about as tall as he was, maybe just a tad taller as it was tossing something spherical up and down in its hand, the dust finally settling as a blast suit was revealed being worn upon the figure, accompanied with a thick helmet and green goggles, two big feline-looking ears sticking out from the helmet… and last but not least that all-too-familiar, face-splitting Cheshire Cat grin, teeth having a cigarette lodge in-between them that constantly streamed out a soft line of nicotine smoke. The dust fully settled, and the figure came into full sight. A figure that made Rumble slightly grit his teeth as his clutches on the handles and levers only got tighter.
"Ziggs…" he almost seethed out of his clenched teeth as the Yordle in question was standing in front of him defiantly, and whilst Rumble's machine towered over him he still wore that grin oh-so calmly whilst facing him. "Yo, Rumble!" he waved up at him casually as he then looked back at Jayce. "Hey, J-Man, go back to base and recover, alright? I've got this!" he spoke with a soft cackle as he kept tossing the unlit bomb in his hand up and down, Jayce merely having a slightly confused expression on his face, but giving the Hexplosives Expert a nod. "Alright then, thanks for backing me up Ziggs.." he spoke as he began to recall, but Rumble had other plans. "Like hell I'll let ya!" he shouted as an Electro-Harpoon shot right out of Tristy's weapon slot, but instead of striking Jayce it struck something that came in its firing trajectory; a bomb, which exploded violently as the electrified javelin made contact with it. The fiery blast died down quick enough as Jayce had returned, only Ziggs and Rumble remaining now as the blue-furred Yordle growled in an agitated manner. "What the hell did ya go and do that for, Ziggs!?" he exclaimed as the brown-furred one merely scratched his nose with a smirk.
"Don' want my team-mates to get hurt ya'know!" he spoke with a chuckle as he soon plucked out another bomb from one of his pockets, tossing that up and down now instead. "Besides, I didn't feel like stickin' around Middle Lane anymore… Kat makes it boring." He said as he briefly teased Katarina without the red-haired assassin knowing of it. Rumble just scowled over at Ziggs. "Team-mates!? He's a Piltover lap-dog! No, in fact, he's the HEAD of all the lap-dogs!" he'd exclaim. Ziggs merely sighed and shook his head. "Man, Rumby…" that nick-name. It caught Rumble by surprise as he would just look at him in surprise. How did he… no time to think of that now as he saw Ziggs pull out a second bomb and slowly starting to juggle both of them. "Y'know, I did remember you were thick-headed an' what-not, but this just takes the cake! I'm part of a team, Rumble. I've gotta look out for my team, as you gotta look after yers. No need to get on a personal level with this." Rumble had no time to answer or reply to Ziggs' statements as the demolition expert would suddenly grab hold of his bombs firmly, lighting one of them up with his cig as sparks flew from the fuse and he would not hesitate to quickly throw it right for Rumble.
The blue-furred Yordle was of course quick to respond as he would pull his levers firmly and Tristy would leap aside, the bomb bouncing a few times before exploding in a flash of fire and dirt as debris scattered near Rumble. He'd groan in discomfort as he saw Ziggs light up his second one whilst pulling out a bomb to replace the one he threw. "Not so fast!" Rumble shouted as he would make his machine rush right for Ziggs, catching the bombardier by surprise as Tristy's spiked ball would come rushing for him which made him leap backwards as the metal ball crashed into the ground, denting it inwards firmly as a small crater remained in the dirt-road of the Top Lane after its impact. "Phew! Yer machine still packs a whole lotta punch!" he called out as he landed a few feet away from the smashing grounds as Rumble glared firmly at Ziggs, not letting him out of his sight. Still, the comment he made on his machine made Rumble somewhat soften up in his expression as if feeling honored and acknowledged for his achievements, but that brief feeling of joy was replaced with concern as he suddenly saw Ziggs drop something behind him as the maniacal-looking Yordle grinned wider, the thing behind him suddenly blasting sky-high as it was another satchel. "BOMBS AWAY~!"
With his well-famed battle-cry issued Ziggs would come flying through the air and throw a large coin-purse-looking container right for Rumble, who instinctively made Tristy leap backwards before his eyes would widen from seeing the container unwinding itself and opening up, as mines would rain out from it and down upon Rumble as many of them hit the ground, but a lot of them also came for Rumble and his machine. Reaching out to activate his Scrap Shield he hoped with every fiber of his body that he would react in time… but too late. The mines came inside of his cockpit as they detonated all inside of his machine and sent him flying out of it. Not the first time he had been forcibly ejected out of his machine, but definitely not the last one either, Rumble would sail through the air a good distance forward as he then crashed into the ground, tumbling around in the dirt until he came to a halt just a few feet in front of Ziggs. His machine was burning inside its cockpit from the damage it took, several systems damaged and needing of repairs as it just laid there as a wreckage in the background whilst Ziggs surveyed the damage he had caused with a slight smirk. "Heh, my mines never cease to surprise." He chuckled, but then turned to Rumble as he saw him lying in the dirt, face-down with several burned patches of fur on his body and a few bruises from the landing.
"Hm… maybe I shouldn't of thrown them at him." The cat-like Yordle sighed as he had to admit he had a little bit of a control issue there in terms of throwing his bombs. He always liked to throw them right for his targets rather than near them as that just gave the better results according to him, but seeing Rumble this bruised and his machine being damaged just did not suit with him. So he jogged up quickly to Rumble until he stood before him, kneeling down quickly to reach out for him with a gentle smile. "H-Hey, Rumby? You um… you okay? Sorry I kinda threw 'em right at ya, ehe… you okay?" he asked as he'd gently nudge Rumble's head. He could feel it, and the moment Ziggs' hand touched his head his hand would shoot right up to grip along Ziggs' wrist. But it was not a gentle and grateful grip to show he was grateful of being helped up… it was a firm, almost vice-like grip to keep him still as he would lift his head slowly to stare up at Ziggs, his face really bruised as well. "… A-Am I… o-okay?! O-Oh yeah… haven't felt better in ages!" he spoke with a mixture of heavy anger and sarcasm as he would merely push Ziggs' hand away from him and slowly rise up onto his feet, admittedly wobbling and wincing quite a few times as he soon stood up on his own two feet.
"U-Um… Rumby, yer not angry at me, r-"
"DON'T CALL ME THAT!" Rumble cut off Ziggs before he had the chance to continue even a bit of that sentence as he suddenly lunged right for him and delivered a surprise sucker-punch to the side of Ziggs' face. Rumble was quite a hard hitter even if he himself did not want to admit it, and Ziggs now got to know that up-close and personal as he felt his face getting smacked quite hard by that balled-up fist as it hit him square in the jaw-bone, not dislocating or breaking it but still causing quite an amount of pain as Ziggs gawked audibly and actually spat out a tooth. Rumble had sucker-punched him so hard that a tooth got knocked out. It hurt like hell, he would not deny this, but what numbed out the pain was the mere shock of Rumble punching him like that as he just held his face, staring over at him. "W-What the hell's gotten into ya Rumble?!" he demanded, but not long after that was he grabbed by the collar of his blast uniform and head-butted by the mechanic Yordle, the blue-furred male's forehead smashing into his goggle-covered face as it actually cracked his right-eye goggle lens and dazed Ziggs enough to stagger back and fall on his ass.
"G-Guah!" he groaned out in discomfort as he rubbed his face, but once more felt Rumble's presence looming over him as he felt him grab him by the shoulder, holding him in place and rearing up his hand again. "R-Rumble… w-what the heck… happened…" he managed to gasp out as the head-butt made his world dizzy, unable to speak straight. But Rumble was not listening as he merely balled his hand up to a fist again, holding it high as he aimed for Ziggs again. What was this, indeed? Something seemed to have taken over his senses and yet… he was not fighting it. Not in the slightest… in all honesty, he more or less embraced it. Something in his mind screamed at him to punch Ziggs in the face. Again and again until he knew what he had done to him; until he realized just how many things he had caused to happen thanks to his life-choice. But at the same time he tried his darn-hardest to not do it, his arm shaking violently as he tried to hold himself back. What was this feeling!? This mixture of anger and… what was the other emotion running through Rumble's mind? His grip on Ziggs softened up all of a sudden, but before he had a chance to let go of him…
A loud *CLANG* ringing in his ears.
An immense pain in the back of his head.
And then, darkness… sweet, yet frightening darkness.
