"G-Garen?" Katarina gasped, as Garen loomed into the moonlight.
"It seems the black widow has run out of venom" Garen smirked, unsheathing his sword and dragging it slowly across the dirt. Katarina struggled against her bonds, but they had been tied too tightly around the tree. Garen smiled as he watched her writhe.
"It's nice to finally have battle evened, wouldn't you agree?"
"This isn't a fight. If you're going to kill me, you should have the gaol to do it on fair terms" Katarina spat. Garen laughed again, dragging his sword closer to her feet.
"But who said that I wanted to fight?" Garen plunged his sword into the dirt and lent causally on it, just out of reach of Katarina's flailing legs. Katarina stopped struggling and looked quizzically at Garen.
"I assumed you jumped me in order to kill me quickly. Unless you're planning on doing some Damacian ritual, I suggest you get it over with?" Katarina stared at the knight with distain. Garen returned her gaze with a coy smile.
"Even if I did fight you, I know I would win. You see, you have had the upper hand in many of our encounters, but recently, you are getting very sloppy" Garen teased, as he leant back on the hilt of his sword. "You've hunted the weaker champions, rather than having the gall to take me on. Remember that moment a few weeks ago when you could have taken me down, after sneaking up on me? Any reason why you had a sudden change of heart?"
"You are a strong fighter. It would have been a shame to embarrass you in front of your team. You would have been a laughing stock" Katarina said, coldly, her gaze constantly fixed on Garen. He surveyed Katarina for a moment, before getting up off his sword and making his way towards her. Katarina shied away from Garen, turning her head away from him. Garen paused before getting close to her and casually took a dagger from out of his belt. Katarina saw it was hers and bared her teeth, as he twirled it in his fingers.
"What's the matter? Are you missing something?" The dagger still had the dried blood of Gangplank on it. It was nice to know Garen was hygiene conscious.
"Don't you dare do anything with that" Katarina snapped. "I swear to god when I get out of these chains, I will kick your balls so far up your ass, it'll drop out your ears"
"Oh, I like it when they put up a fight" Garen laughed, walking past her to the back of the tree. Katarina tried to move with him, so she could keep him in her line of sight, but before she could, two more shackles snapped onto her ankles. These were pulled tight around the tree, causing any aspects of her movement to grind to a halt. Garen sauntered back around, grinning inanely.
"Just get it over with, already" Katarina gripped her binds tightly, closing her eyes tight shut, as she embraced herself for the fatal strike. Garen flicked the dagger in his hand and then threw it quickly towards her. It grazed her left cheek and embedded itself in the tree, inches from her ear. Katarina opened her eyes, to find Garen literally nose to nose with her.
"Garen? What the hell is your problem?"
"My problem? My problem is that I can never get close enough, without you trying to rip my balls out of my loincloth. I have been watching you, Katarina. But not because I'm trying to outsmart you. Its because I'm hoping that you might look back at me, if for just a moment. When our eyes meet over our blades, I see the raw emotion"
"W-what? Garen, you and I are sworn enemies…" Katarina was flabbergasted to say the least. Her sworn enemy? Confessing his love for her? Not the most romantic setting in the world.
"But somehow, all that did was make me more attracted to you" Garen was now staring deeply into Katarina's eyes. She looked into his and couldn't help but feel a pang of attraction. The constant fighting had left her feeling drained and she knew that Garen knew how to handle himself. He was a true warrior and it's not like he wasn't attractive.
"Katarina. Could you just close your eyes for a second?" Katarina knew she had to trust her instincts and not let him get any leeway over her, but she couldn't break eye contact with him. She just felt herself falling for him. She didn't even have time to close her eyes, as Garen put his hand around her face and pulled her into a deep kiss. Katarina's eyes widened, as she felt his lips on hers. She struggled slightly, as he passionately embraced her, but she soon felt an emotion she had long forgotten: raw lust. She let out a small moan, as Garen gently nibbled on her lower lip, caressing it with his tongue. He pulled back from her, his eyes still sparkling.
"God you taste as good as you fight" Garen purred, as Katarina bit her lip intently. She couldn't help but look into his eyes, as she caught his strong scent from the earlier battle. It was a primal smell, that of determination and strength. Of want, need and lust. It was intoxicating. And she had to have it.