The thud of rain hitting the uneven ground echoed all around the battle camp.
Two officers faced each other, two soldiers on both their sides. An imperial voice rose up from the camp.
'So, you know what you have to do, right?'
'Yes, while you and your men distract the curs, I will infiltrate their base and kill every official.' affirmed Garen.
'Very well. This battle is very crucial to our cause. I have no doubt you will carry this out, Garen.' Jarvan would have offered his friend a smile, but his position demanded otherwise.
'As you command, sir!' Garen gave a slight nod.
He began walking away, his soldiers accompanying him.
Jarvan turned around and went back to his office.
And the rain kept falling.
With the sun's dawn, Garen rose from his slumber.
Taking a dozen skilled veterans with him, he exited the camp.
'Make haste, fellows, we have a couple miles to cover before noon'.
Leading his soldiers into enemy territory, Garen thread carefully through the dense forest.
He needed to take them to the rendezvous point and make camp there, a quiet place, sheltered by large slabs from both sides.
Any enemy approaching will be easily identified and intercepted accordingly.
There, they will rest and prepare for the infiltration of the Noxian base, while the others take down the brunt of the minions to prove as distraction.
Garen, in front, spotted a group of enemy minions. Signalling for his team to be quiet, they hid behind the bushes and waited for the minions.
When Garen was sure that that was the last of the minions, he signalled for his team to close in at the flanks. Seeing his team was ready, Garen led the charge, forming a circle around the enemy minions and preventing their escape.
After they killed the minions, they continued along the path until they reached the clearing where they had to wait. Garen signalled a watchman and told the rest of his team to sleep. Garen sat back on the ground's smooth surface and let his eyes close.
A fox lay asleep on an untidy bed. She stretched and moaned. Her moans, used to sultriness, comforted her and she smiled. Yesterday, she had made out with a couple of Ionians. She could still taste their tasty cum. Hmm, she thought. Then she frowned. It wasn't enough, I'm starting to fear I cannot be satisfied by any mortal man. She got up, her clothes draped lightly around her. Oh, how nice, they actually clothed me after my fainting at their weak cocks.
I need my souls. Ahri pouted. Those weak cocks didn't come close to satisfying my hunger. Hmm...
Well, we'll think of a way, Ahri, she thought to herself as she rose up from the bed, yawning. Her long black hair fell down around her. She took off the clothes and went to shower. If I leave the smell of cum on me, they'll ask me what I did. Not that they don't knoww~
The warm water splashed down on her big breasts and as it fell on her nipples, she felt a tinge of pleasure. Ahri sighed. I guess I'll masturbate. But if I do that, I'll crave cock more and more...
Ah what the heck. Ahri started rubbing her breasts and moaning. Pinching them and twisting them in lots of different ways. The advantage of being a sex-addict was that you knew exactly what all your sweet spots are, she thought to herself. She rubbed her pussy lightly enjoying her self-massage. As she got more aroused, she began fingering herself, slow but increasing. She moaned softly to herself as she lay on the shower floor, water dripping all over her and making her feel even better. She fingered herself vigorously, her cheeks turning a bright crimson. Her breaths began to get deeper as she neared his orgasm. For the final part, she decided to fist her ass as well and screamed with the pleasure, two fingers still inside her wet pussy. She came, screaming with pleasure, her fingers still inside her pussy. She lay on the floor for a while, letting the water drip on her.
Then she got up, finished showering and put on quite a nice dress, making sure she could show lots of cleavage. She patted her jugs affectionately. Then she left her house.
The soldier standing watch woke Garen up. 'Sir, it is nearly time'
'Well done, Dimitri, we must not tally a while longer.' Standing up, he proceeded to help Dimitri wake up the other men.
'Soldiers, this is a very important mission. If we take this base, our enemy will be left with no choice other than to retreat. Men, we need courage, valor, and a sense of justice to pull this true. We need to win. To show them we are much better then they'll ever be! For DEMACIA!'
'For Demacia!' the soldiers echoed.
Gazing outwards, Garen saw the other group making their way over to the rendezvous point.
Jarvan stepped forward. 'Is everything ready, Garen?'
'Yes. Where are our minions?'
'Everything is set. Good luck. And-' Jarvan looked as if he was about to say something but stopped.
'And what?' Garen asked.
'Good luck!' Jarvan's eyes took on a steely look.
Garen nodded as he watched his friend walk away.
Turning around, he called to his soldiers and signalled the march.
Garen could hear the cries of battle in the distance as Demacia engaged Noxus.
Jarvan led the minions' charge as he screamed and shook his lance.
Rallying his soldiers, they pushed through the Noxian defense, killing the opposing minions with ease.
Then Noxus sent out its captains.
As Jarvan watched Singed and Darius march across the battlefield, he felt a chill.
They tore through the minions, leaving none in their wake.
Jarvan looked to the skies and willed Garen to finish his mission shortly.
Garen, at one side of the forest, beckoned his team to join him.
They had just taken a long detour against guards and were now at the back end of the Noxian base.
'All right, now. With me!'
Garen led them around the base, peering closely around every corner, popping into bushes and finally making their way to the base.
Their camps had been set up and Garen noticed a few minions around.
He waited.
After seeing that no officials had appeared, he decided to engage on the base. Signalling to his team, he stepped out of the bush, and as a minion spotted him, he yelled and charged forward, cleaving it in two.
His soldiers followed suit, taking down the minions flawlessly.
He motioned them into the barracks, taking up the rear and closing the door tightly behind him.
It was dark and they lit up some torches.
Than Garen heard a scream and peered curiously forward.
He decided to up the tempo and led his soldiers on relentlessly.
Stepping just out of the lit campfire, Garen saw that the dogs were raping some women!
His face flushed red, and not waiting for tactics, went straight up and plunged his sword into a soldier's heart.
He drew his sword out, bright red and spat on the floor.
'Go'
With a yell, his soldiers engaged the Noxians and sliced through them.
Freeing the captives, Garen sent two of his men to escort them safely outside.
He shook with anger at what the Noxians had been doing.
He looked onwards at what seemed to be the way onwards and figured he might as well carry on.
He turned around and saw the last of his men falling to the ground, an assasin holding his body.
He glanced at the floor which was draped with his lifeless soldiers.
'What do you want?' A clear feminine voice sounded across the hollow room.
'Your head!' Garen replied as he charged.
Seeing his target in front of him, he slashed, and watched his target vanish.
She appeared behind him, trying to stab him.
His armor prevented her and he swung his sword again.
She rolled away this time and they stood looking at each other, each trying to anticipate what the other will do.
Garen charged again, yelling and took three swift strikes. Failing two, he hit her on the third attempt and she tried to get away, but he held her from behind.
Making sure of his strike, he hacked at her head, at which point, she drew forwards and his sword missed by an inch. Her red hair flew back, exposing her neck. Garen's heart skipped a beat. He tried to touch her neck with his hand. At the same time, she bit his hand and Garen yelled with pain, letting go.
Abusing her advantage, the assasin drove a dagger through one of Garen's weak points. Garen flushed red and pushed her away. She lay on the floor and Garen approached. She tried to get up but Garen pinned her leg to the floor with his sword.
She screamed with pain as her leg turned bright red, and the blood rushed onto the floor.
'What's your name?'
'Ahh! Let go, you're hurting me!' she screamed.
'I'm Garen, nice to meet you,' Garen nodded.
'I'm Katarina. Now will you just kill me and continue with your miserable life?' She spat on the floor and closed her eyes.
Garen let go of her leg and swung his sword up high.
He closed his eyes, and immediately Katarina appeared in front of him, her bare sweet neck exposed, her back smelled of roses.
He braced himself and slashed downwards.
Katarina screamed in pain and he opened his eyes.
His strike had missed and only dulled the floor.
Katarina opened her eyes when she realized she was still alive and looked up at Garen enquiringly.
Garen gazed down at her and closed his eyes. He couldn't kill her.
'Garen, kill everyone' Jarvan's words echoed in Garen's mind as he let go of his sword and walked away, spent, mentally and emotionally.
Katarina screamed at his retreating husk. 'Kill me you damn coward! Kill me!'
Kill me.
Jarvan had pushed his minions up and had battled against Darius with a few of his officials.
He felt confident that with more time, they'd push through their defenses without problems.
He gave a brief glance towards the forest and saw a rustling in the leaves.
Garen soon appeared, not long after, and Jarvan rushed towards him, greeting him excitedly.
'How did it go? Did you do it?'
Garen said nothing for a while. Then. 'Yes'
That night the soldiers had a feast, all getting drunk with good wine and laughing happily.
Jarvan rushed through camp, wanting to talk to Garen, but he couldn't find him.
Garen was alone, away from the camp-site, looking upwards at the black, starry night.
He sighed and felt sick with himself. He had failed his city state, his order. His friend.
How could I have fallen for such a bitch? He shook with anger at himself.
She killed my soldiers... and yet. He sighed.
'Garen, there you are! I've been wanting to talk to you.'
'Jarvan' Garen did not look well and Jarvan knew something was wrong.
'Garen, what happened?'
'Jarvan, listen'
Jarvan listened to him attentively. Garen took a deep breath.
'Listen, I failed my mission. There was this assassin...Katarina, I-I couldn't kil her.' Garen's face went red.
Jarvan listened with his mouth wide open. He tried to feel angry with his soldier who had failed his orders, but couldn't.
He took a deep breath, closing his mouth.
'Don't say a word to anyone, Garen. Tomorrow, we leave first thing in the morning. Did the assassin show you any affection?'
'N-No,' stammered Garen.
Jarvan, nodding, walked slowly away.
A few feet away, he stopped and turned to face Garen.
'Come my friend, join me' He held out his hand. He had a smile on his face.
Garen smiled as well and took his hand. 'As you wish, my sire,' he said jokingly.