I HAVE DONE IT! HEEELLLLOOOOOO (insert your cities name here)! IT IS GOOD TO BE BACK! And I promise a bigger chapter next week. I have one reason why this has taken so long: LIFE. It sucks. I got quite the swift kick to the 'nads by it, but, with careful nursing and icing of the jewels, they became FULLY OPERATIONAL. SO here it is. The newest chapter of WoTW, and I GREATLY underestimated the difficulty of writing combat. BUT. ENOUGH EXCUSES. Enjoy! XP.
"Alright girls. Winner takes the sausage. First to kill Yasuo gets to fuck him, Lux, honey. Got it?"
Ahri stood in a circle with Riven, Lux, Miss Fortune and Katarina in the purple base.
"I don't want to be a part of this…" Lux whimpered, scared of what their reaction might be.
"Nor do I." Riven's voice was stoic and null.
"Fine. If you kill him, you can give the win to one of us. Good? Good. Let's go."
Bile rose again, and expelled itself from Yasuo for the third time.
"Oof. That's one of the worst cases of summoning sickness I've seen in a while."
Yasuo glanced at the speaker, a ghost skinned, blue haired petite girl with an oversized minigun. On her shoulder was strapped what seemed to be a metallic fish. Next to her stood— floated a similarly haired busty female with some sort of musical instrument hovering waist high in front of her. She plucked a few strings, and the girl next to her laughed uncontrollably. The musician blushed then scowled at the ghost girl. A few more strings were plucked.
"No that was THAT funny!" she burst again.
Yasuo stood and wiped the foul liquid from his mouth. He glanced at the rest of his team. An insect and a dog were staring directly at him, almost expecting something.
"What lane do you go, friend?" the Dog-Man asked politely. The insect nodded and hissed.
"I-I think… mid?" he answered sheepishly, staring at the looming fog that blocked all view beyond his base.
"Good. We have a full team then. I am Nasus, and in the top lane. This is Kha'zix, he will be jungling today. You have met Jinx and Sona," He gestured to the blue-haired women, "They will be in the bottom lane. And you?"
"My names Yasuo. And I have a question. Why haven't we gone anywhere yet? We could easily have done something in this time."
The insect cackled and hissed. "The summoners haven't connected yet. It usually takes a few minutes, so be patient. And if you need help, ask." His voice sounded like wet gravel going down a metal sheet. Before Yasuo could ask what for, a voice boomed.
"Summoners have connected." An ominous female voice rang in their ears.
Before Yasuo could ask who that was, another voice echoed in his thoughts.
Hi there. My names Kal. I will be your summoner today, Yasuo. I will assist you in laning, I can see when you're getting ganked, and I can assume temporary control if need be, or you are too tired to continue. Let's start by going to the shop, shall we? Yasuo felt as though he was a child, the way Kal was talking him.
Grumbling, Yasuo complied and walked over to the cart where his teammates were huddled around.
Start with a Dorans Blade, a health potion, and a Warding Totem. He put emphasis on the items, as if he was mocking Yasuo.
"I'll have a… Dorans blade, a health potion and… fuck it. Gimme whatever you see fit." The fuzzy yordle-man glanced at him and turned to a chart on the far wall.
"Yep… mmmhmmm… ok. Take this… and this… and these." The man handed him a small tile with a picture of a spiked glove, two health potions, and a plant looking thing. The moment Yasuo grabbed the tile, it vaporized. The potions and Totem shrank and fit easily onto his belt.
Oooh… good choice. Berserker's Greaves, health potions and a Warding Totem. Kal did little to hide his annoyance through sarcasm.
"What to the Greaves do?" he asked confused. "And what just happened?"
The Greaves allow you to see vulnerabilities on an enemy, and the vapor shows that you absorbed the abilities of that item. Now, walk straight. That's mid lane. You'll probably be facing Ahri today, given she usually doesn't top.
"Wait…who are we versing today? I already knew Kat was on the other team, but Ahri too?" Yasuo was getting suspicious.
Well, it seems the only others on the team are Riven, Lux and Miss Fortune. Is this a problem?
"No, it's just I'm acquainted with all of them, and three of them want to fuck me." Yasuo passed a huge marble statue holding a staff with a pulsing gem atop it.
Is that so… well, his match will certainly be… interesting.
Yasuo didn't reply for he had reached his destination. To each side of him sat a small, shallow riverbed, protected by a tall grass bush.
Stay near turret, or don't. It's up to you. When the voice tells you that minions have spawned, ward your left bush. It will give me a better view of the river, and hopefully stop you from dying first.
"Fine. Anything I should know about or learn before we start? Rules or something?"
The rules are simple. Kill, don't get killed and blow up their Nexus. That's it. Now, get ready. Minions are about to spawn.
"Ok… wait what the hell are minions?" Yasuo called over the announcer.
Kal didn't answer. A few moments later, knee high clay dolls waddled from either side of the land and began to furiously pound each other to death. Yasuo walked over to the left bush, and tossed the plant into the darkness. The fog covering the bush cleared to reveal a certain Nine-Tailed fox poised and ready to pounce. And she did.
Yasuo narrowly avoided a ball of orb energy, and lashed out with his sword, lodging it in her shoulder for a split second before removing it. She hissed, and Yasuo was struck from behind pushing him towards the fox. She roundhouse kicked him in the jaw, staggering him and allowing her to adjust her position, closer to her turret. Yasuo's katana swayed from side to side, as if it too was contemplating where to strike. Ahri glanced at him, and backed away to the new wave of minions stumbling into the fray.
Good first trade. She'll try that again soon, so be cautious. That orb has a rebound and will hit you from behind. She's also got a nasty charm, it'll render you obsolete if it hits. Kal's voice showed a level of focus used only in dire situations.
"All business now Kal? Where'd the sarcasm go?" Yasuo joked. He knew the feeling of battle. It took practice to be mellow in life threatening combat. Yasuo had fought in so many, taken so many lives, that combat was mundane to him. Ordinary.
The minions that look beaten, strike them. They give us points for better gear, and the empower you to become stronger. Yasuo sauntered over to a purple clad minion with a cracked head. One swipe of his sword left it vaporized. He continued to last-hit minions, or at least try, before Ahri got impatient and aggressive. Every so often she'd lash out with her orb, keeping Yasuo at bay.
Ok Yasuo. If you got any tricks up your sleeve, now's the time to pull 'em. You are more powerful than her, and can probably kill her in a fight.
"Ok. I got one, but it takes a while to string together. Gimme like three minutes."
Yasuo felt a breeze on his fingertips as he began to fluently cut through minions, gathering a cyclone around his feet. Ahri didn't want to find out what that was when it became too late, so she struck. Sprinting at him and flinging an orb, Yasuo sliced at the ground in front of him. A wall of wind rose and her spell vaporized on contact. He dashed again through the wall, and whipped his blade around in a circle.
Four minions and Ahri were flung into the air by the cyclone that erupted into a lifting tornado. Yasuo's grip on his blade tightened, and before Ahri could breathe, he was in the air beside her on her right, then her left, then by her head. She tumbled in midair. Every time he changed positions on her body, a liquid, crimson ribbon of blood would appear where he was before. She heard the steel vibrate before the sword hit her back. A wind blast fired her into the ground, hard. She rolled to her side, then stumbled into a doubled over stance. Yasuo didn't miss a beat, and proceed to Dash through her again, and rake his blade across her stomach. Screaming, she used the last bit of her strength to leap back to her turret.
Finish her. Yasuo couldn't tell if that was him or Kal. It didn't matter. He ran after her under the turret, and readied another dash. A large pink heart smacked him in the face before he could, reeling him for a moment. his mind went blank.
"... Why am I fighting you? You're so beautiful." A turret blast knocked him clean off his feet. "I will let nothing stand in the way of our love." Three orbs of liquid fire rotated around Ahri, then flung themselves at him, cauterizing the wounds. "Do you love me-AHHHHHHHH!" Yasuo screamed in agony as the pain finally reached his nerves. Ahri was just out of striking range, so he rolled out of the way of another turret shot, closer to her. Springing to his feet, he tore his blade clean from her pelvis to her chin. She tried to scream, but it was stopped short by the blood gurgling from the base her where her neck meets her esophagus. Yasuo dove again and narrowly avoided another turret shot.
"First Blood!" the announcer exclaimed. Yasuo glanced back at Ahri's body, but a swirl of blue energy was in its stead.
Slip into the jungle. Riven is helping the bottom lane, so you should be fine. Just as Kal said this, the announcer lit up again.
"Double kill!...An ally has been slain."
Bottom lane is holding pretty well now. This should be a good game. Kal's vice sounded eager.
Yasuo limped into a bush, and sat down. Blue glyphs appeared in a circle around him, and after a few seconds, he felt like he didn't exist. His mind ripped from his body, and faster that he could even form a thought, he was standing back at the shop. His burned and bleeding body rapidly began to heal. Preexisting scars, however, stayed. He walked back to the shop keeper.
"What next?" Yasuo asked nonchalantly.
"Here. It's called a Statikk Shiv. Nice kill by the way. Not many people survive a charm under turret. You show promise, and we need more sane champions with promise. Too many crazy people here."
"Thanks." Yasuo accepted the tile and compliments with a bow. He turned on heel just as the announcer proclaimed another kill for his team, and jogged back to the middle lane. The tile had already evaporated, and he heard the snap of electricity along steel. His blade was faintly glowing, and every few seconds a small amount to static would escape the sheath.
His minions were getting obliterated by the enemy tower, but a new wave arrived with him.
Go ahead and strike the tower. It will break soon.
After three swipes at the base, it groaned, crumpled and fell with a loud explosion. The minions instantly resumed their march to the next tower, which was looming into view.
"Gods how many of these are there?" Yasuo called out.
"Technically twelve, but the last one is indestructible. It protects their spawn." Yasuo whipped around to see Nasus stroll from the underbrush.
"Please, allow me to destroy this turret. Go help the bottom lane. I will be fine." The canine headed warrior nodded nicely at him. Yasuo glanced back once more at the turret Nasus was obliterating before stalking into the jungle which separated him and the bottom lane.
A pack of three wolves yipped and snapped at him as he passed, but didn't attack. A massive golem and two lizard shamans puttered restlessly in their nook in the jungle. He stepped into the riverbed, and his feet sank into the shallow water. Trudging as quietly as he could, he neared a bush by the bottom lane, where Jinx was firing rocket after rocket from her mechanical fish. Miss Fortune was returning fire whenever she could, with Lux throwing light shafts from her staff. In a flash, Katarina appeared behind Sona, and began to spin wildly as blades flung from her person. Each knife hit its mark.
"Enemy double kill!" The announcer was ecstatic. Yasuo could wait no longer. Miss Fortune and Lux were looking pretty ragged, and Kat didn't look to good either. Their minions quickly overpowered the dolls defending Yasuo's turret, and all three stepped into range of the granite and marble statue. Yasuo tensed and readied his dash.
"Hey guys! Wait up!" Riven and Ahri erupted from the black fog, jogging to catch up with the rest of their team. Kal chuckled in his thoughts.
Heh. Go for it. They're all under your tower, so as long as you keep good positioning, you can take all of them. Do it.
Yasuo didn't need a second opinion. He sprinted from the bush tearing through minions to charge up his cyclone.
"HA-SA-KEE!" The five women didn't have time to turn around before they were violently thrown into the air. Blood spattered the ground beneath them as Yasuo ripped flesh with steel, suspending them for what felt like eternities. Yasuo threw them all to the ground, and resumed slicing them. Kat got off a half assed punch while she was on her back, too dazed to teleport away. The turret locked on to her.
"Oh shi—" she never finished her sentence, evaporated by pure energy. Ahri was next. All the minions had been obliterated, and she was closest to tower. Yasuo struck three times, before she vaporized into blue energy. He looked around for Miss Fortune and Lux.
"Quadrakill!" the announcer squealed.
They died on impact. Just you and Riven now. Have fun, she's got her own trick to show. And remember, be careful.
Kal went silent.
He rolled around to face her. She looked a little haggard, but she was out of turret range. Nothing moved. Nothing breathed. Their eyes locked. Kal was right. Nasus and Kha'zix were taking top tower. He was alone with Riven. No one to help. Nowhere to run. He needed to kill her. It would ensure victory for his team.
Their standoff could not last. Riven sank deeper into her stance, detecting a change in atmosphere. Literally. Everything felt heavier, slower. She felt as though the sky was pushing down on her. Yasuo stepped first. He bagan to walk to her, one hand on the hilt of his sheathed sword. She looked at him, scanning for something to give away his motives. But there was nothing. No twitch in the face, no leading with an arm, now slow pull on his sword. She looked into those eyes. They were eerily calm. Blank even. No thought, emotion, sympathy, regret, pain, nothing. That was what scared Riven the most. He was no longer human, just a being of pure death. And he was going to slaughter her, right there on the spot. Despite the respawn, Riven couldn't help but fear for her life.
Without drawing his sword, he dashed and smacked her with the sheath. She stumbled. Shit. I gotta stop thinking so much before I fight someone. She regained her balance, barely in time to block another sheathed strike. He wasn't unsheathing his sword for some reason. He's waiting for something. It can't be back up. She was too confused and thinking too hard to recognize the rebound strike. The sound of metal on wood on bone echoed in her head.
Ok Riven. Get your shit together. He's using your ass to mop the floor right now.
"Ok Maggie…I get it." She mumbled back to her summoner. Riven cracked her neck.
They dashed to each other, Yasuo's damage being negated by her Ki shield. She released another wave if Ki, which collided with Yasuo, reeling him for a moment. She pivoted on her left foot, swiping her sword in a 360° arc. Stomping her right foot, she reversed the movement in the other direction, leaving two parallel gashes on his chest. Yasuo had regained his senses, and leapt away from her. She took three steps, and somersaulted into the air, bringing her blade down onto the ground in front of him. A blast of Ki ruptured the ground, pulsating beneath Yasuo. He was thrown into the air.
Ironic really. He thought. The thing I used to kill all of them is going to kill me. He smirked.
The ground was solid and unforgiving. It rushed up to meet him with as much force as it could muster. The wind left Yasuo's lungs, running from him as though he was the enemy. Riven's blade was hissing through the air above Yasuo, seeking to end him. Tumbling over, narrowly avoiding the attack, he struggled a knee.
Riven bellowed, and allowed her Ki to flow freely from her fingers and body to her sword. In a blast of white and green light, her true sword exploded in her hand. She grabbed her collar, and raised her hood. Blood red eyes shone from inside the darkness. Yasuo almost passed out by looking at her.
Standing in front of him, one of the first real friends in the last four years was really the one Noxian soldier who he remembered from the assault on his temple. He couldn't move, much less strike back. She ran at him, still screaming, and brought her sword down upon him. Subconsciously, he drew his sword and blocked the attack above his head.
How could this… the thought was cut short for the blade came down again. And again. And again.
She's trying to break my sword! On the fourth blow, he slid his sword diagonally. Her blade scraped down the flat side and lodged into the ground. Yasuo reacted with his sword swiped quickly at her neck, but was stopped short by a swirling bubble of gray energy surrounding the Noxian soldier. Her fist, empowered by Ki, connected to his sternum sending him flying farther away from his turret, into the river bed. He landed with a slpash, and rolled over his back into a crouch. She was perusing, and gaining quickly, sword now in hand. She whipped around, slashing at the air in front of her, binding it with Ki and sending if directly at the Samurai.
The wind by his side, the one thing he trusted, the one thing that was consistent throughout his life, was going to kill him. It tore through his chest, spraying blood behind him. He tried to talk, say something witty before death, but only blood arose. He fell to his side, watching through the blue energy, as his killer strode away. He closed his eyes.
I PROMISE MORE THAN 3,000 WORDS NEXT TIME. I F*****G PROMISE.
Anyway, thanks for all the people who have supported me, even when I let yalls down. Including, but not limited to, JJ Shawn, SIR FreakinAssasin, LaughingManKobo, TheAethus, and Beta. As always, if you have any questions about the story or you just wanna talk, PM me. I will respond. Thanks for your continuous support, and as always, see you on the Rift.