From the last chapter... " Minions have spawned"
"So it begins, my friend. So it begins. Now, I will leave you to do what you do best. Feed not, and we shall have victory."
"It has been a long time since I, Vladimir, has become god-like. It is time for me to truly reveal my nature as the Lord of Death. Now leave me alone"
Thankfully, the voice ceased. Vladimir cocked his head and arrived at the turret, a truly magnificent piece of architecture, crafted by the brightest minds of the Institute of War. It was time, he thought. Behind him, he could see a steady stream of minions streaming to his aid; some bearing a simple sword and shield, others bearing wands of deadly power.
Striding to the bush,Vladimir peered inside. And was greeted with a hail of darts spitting from a cute yordle dressed like a scout. He hastily backed away, furiously screaming:
"TEEMO!"
Luckily, Vladimir called upon his powers to transform into a pool of blood, else he'd been turned into a pincushion. A very bloody pincushion at that. Sliding away from Teemo, Vladimir shifted position back to his turret, relieved to be safe. He looked around again. Teemo had vanished into thin air. Having denied first blood to Teemo, Vladimir was wary of any new tricks.
He sighed. This was going to be a long match. And out stepped Teemo from the bush, waving his blowgun. Though wavery, his voice carried strongly to Vladimir.
"No offence Vladimir! Its nothing personal! But Demacia and Bandle City must win this match!" he squeaked, twirling his blowgun.
He continued: "Never underestimate the power of the Scout's Code!" before hopping back into the bush.
"Quite irritating, isn't he?"
Vladimir closed his eyes and counted to ten. He was quite sure that if provoked, he would be quite happy to rip out the blood from all the members of the Institute, champion and summoner alike. And right now, both were provoking him. At length, he opened his eyes.
Just as the minions clashed. Sword flashed and blade fell as minions stabbed, chopped and ripped each other apart in a display of pure violence and bloodlust.
Vladimir licked his lips as he saw the first kill of the day, a sword wielding purple minion, about to fall from a blast from one of his magic minions. He smiled, and gestured. The sword wielding minion exploded in a gory flash of blood, which quickly coalesced into a stream of liquid, entering his ball. Score to me, he thought. Above, the magical scoreboard read: Vladimir: 1 cs.
He heard a soft chuckle, and then a magical dart whizzed past the minions, striking him on the face, squirting ink all over, which temporarily blinded him. Through his blurry vision, he saw Teemo scamper out from the bushes, blowing poisoned darts all around him, killing his, HIS, blue minions left, right and centre.
The magical scoreboard quickly shifted to read: Vladimir: 1 cs. Teemo: 5 cs.
He gritted his teeth and began to wield his inner power. Blood shot from his hand, striking purple minions, killing everything it touched. The scoreboard slowly drew even, as he killed the wave of minions. Already, power was rushing to his body, filling it with purpose, clarity and ability.
As the last purple minion choked and died on his blood, Vladimir laughed, his ball of blood whizzing around in ever faster orbits. This was what the League of Legends was truly about!
Time slowly passed the ten minute mark, as both sides attempted to kill each other, but neither had any success, being more or less even. Teemo so far had 33 minions to his name, whilst Vladimir was slightly weaker at 30 minions. However, in the other lanes, things were very much different. Although first blood had yet to be reached, Swain was holding his own against Fizz, who vainly attempted to slay the Tyrant of Noxus, but to no avail. Rather, Fizz was in danger of being totally zoned by the tanky mage who laughed madly as his raven blasted unholy magic at the Tidal Trickster when he attempted to slay a minion. Already, the wave was pushed to the turret, who helped by incinerating minions which came too close to its magical defence system.
At bot lane, Draven and Thresh seemed pretty well matched against Blitzcrank and Caitlyn, both sides firing deadly bolts and throwing wickedly sharp axes at each other whilst their respective supports cheered, and attempted to pull the other to their side with hook and grabbing arm. In the deep jungles, however, Vi was faring better than Mundo, who was slightly slower at clearing the monsters which lurked in the dark recesses of the jungle.
Vladimir sensed his summoner refraining from speaking to him, allowing him to concentrate as he blasted minions with bloodthirsty power with abandon, whilst Teemo delivered a choking, poisoned death with surgical precision.
Both suffered light wounds from quick trades with each other, but neither could deal the killing blow.
"Call in the gank, summoner. Now would be a good time" grunted Vladimir as he furrowed his brow in concentration, wrenching the blood away from a tank minion and killing it as it collapsed and lay still, before vanishing to minion heaven. Teemo was quite the skilled opponent, weaving away from his blood blasts, and even returning a few darts which were either dodged or blocked by Vladimir's spells.
Feigning exhaustion, Vladimir allowed Teemo to push the minions all the way to the tower, until he heard the chime of a bell.
And thus, my friends, ends the second section of my first fanfic: Vladimir, the Lord of Death. Kindly comment, review or rave. I don't really mind. More will be coming. Eventually.