A/N: Well, am I disappointed by the LACK of reviews, so we will have the chapter. Well, here it is. So, have a nice day reading and, if possible, review. But not to forget the good people who reviewed and followed and favourited. Thank you!

Darius almost leaped in the air when he heard Shyvana. Instead, his head sunk between his shoulder pads, his mouth made an attempt to smile and he slowly turned to face his assailant. When the Half Dragon saw his expression, she started laughing, holding her hand in front of her mouth in an attempt to hide her smile. Darius continued to look at her the same way, head between shoulder pads. After Shyvana had her laugh, she smirked and looked at him with a smile of victory.

"I-I-I... I thought you were someone else!" Darius almost screamed, attempting to lie to her. Shyvana sighed and lifted her brow.

"Well, not even deaf people could remain asleep with your armor clanking and the long speech, but I must admit that I woke only to hear all the compliments. Oh, and you were definitely in the right room." She retored, while Darius looked at her. Then he decided to pout. Shyvana started laughing again, weak snorts in between her laughs. The Hand Of Noxus looked like a little child, whose toy has been taken by somebody.

"For your information, I do not compliment anybody." He snorted and turned to leave.

"Hey, wait!" Shyvana stopped him dead in his tracks. Darius looked at her from above, his brow lifted in question. The Half Dragon cleared her throat. "You know, about what I said earlier, I really meant it. You see, I... Uhm, find you an interesting person, Darius. And the fact that I was always alone helps that quite a lot, so do you mind... Sitting with me?" She asked, her tone silent. Yet, that little plead warmed the Noxian's heart, and he slowly nodded. His feet clancked on the floor as he walked to the chair and made himself comfy.

"So... Shyvana... What would you like to speak about?" Darius asked. He felt a strange feeling inside himself, something which he haven't felt in a really long time. In fact, he had never felt that feeling, but simply knew that it made people feel strange, do strange things and also stutter. He was, in the moment, feeling strange, doing strange things and stuttering. So, he slowly started to drum with his fingers on the night stand.

"Well... I think that we should introduce ourselves properly, you know." He nodded. "Well, I am Shyvana, The Half Dragon. I currently live in Demacia and serve as one of the Elite Guards, although I was nothing more than a mere peasant a little before the Prince helped me kill the murderer of my father, a Dragon. You see, my father was from the Dragonkin, while my mother was just a peasant girl. She died soon after my birth, while my father was killed by that other dragon. I think that I can be called an orphan." She said, introducing herself.

Darius couldn't say that they weren't alike. At first, he was just an orphan, taking care of his brother, and when he entered the military, he was still a nobody. But after that battle, when he beheaded his squad's commander, Darius had become famous in both Demacia and Noxus.

"Well, Shyvana, we are pretty much alike. You see, I was an orphan for as long as I can remember. My only quest was to take care of Draven, and I was a nobody, a peasant, quite like you. But, then I entered the military to make more money and have the ability to feed both myself and my brother. Well, it didn't turn out as I planned it. In one battle, my commander signaled retreat. And I, as the true Noxian, simply walked to him and beheaded the coward. So, that's how I became a somebody. Then the story is simple. " He told her, while his thoughts started wavering back to that feeling. What if it was true?

He was about to say something more, but then his stomach started grumbling. It was really strange, because Shyvana's stomach started doing it too, and she looked pretty uneased with that fact. Light started falling around them, and Darius' first thoughts were of a summoning spell, but those didn't take so long, while the time was unreasonable. Shyvana looked around, almost scared, but then again, who could blame her. She was probably able to find the differences in the summoning spell too. Quickly jumping out of the bed, she winced, but grabbed a box, which was pretty big. She placed it on the bed, and rubbed her injured shoulder.

The light was adorned with runes, while the Half Dragon looked at him. Her eyes betrayed disbelief and fear, and Darius uderstanded that she thought it was his fault. But he couldn't say anything, as the swirl which was spinning around them started booming and vibrating, silencing them. Wind hit Darius' face, blinding him for a moment.

When he opened his eyes, he was no longer in the room. He was on a field, a dark and deserted field. The ground was dead and lifeless, and looked more like a black sand than dirt or something else. In front of him were situated five figures, three men and two women. They were equipped in armor, while their hands held deadly weapons. Each one was different. For an instance, the taller woman carried a spear and a shield, while one of the men, who looked like a mountain, held two giant swords.

They spat on the ground, almost all of them, with the exception of one man. He wore leather armor and held a simple sword in his hand. What made him unique, was that he was black, while the others were white, like Darius. He started inspecting them, because their stances talked of battle readiness. The shorter woman carried two daggers, and her armor was light. Her hair was short cut, while the scars over her hands were witnesses of the battles she had fought.

The third man, who was not black, neither taller than his comrades, was wearing a black plate armor, with runes written all over it. His hair was long and white, while his face was pale. His shoulders had skulls on them, which emitted blue flames. He held a simple wand. That, itself, told of his magical power. The fact that he is a mage didn't frighten Darius, but made him alert. Looking to his left, the Hand Of Noxus almost winced. Shyvana simply stood there, looking ,her mouth wide, while to her left was Taric, who didn't seem to notice anything, as he was tinkering with one of his gems. To Darius' right, stood Jarvan the Fourth and to the prince's right was situated Syndra, who was gently floating over the earth.

There was something more. Each of them was wearing some kind of armor which he had never seen on their bodies.

"Greetings to the Arena! Today, we have five new challengers from the land of Valoran! This match will be interesting, as the combatants will fight the current champions, The moment you all have been waiting for! So, without stopping, let the battle begin!" A voice echoed through the wasteland. The team, standing in front of Darius and his comrades readied for battle, while Jarvan stepped forth.

"What is the meaning of this? I am the Prince of Demacia and demand to be released immediately!" The Demacian shouted, attracting Taric's attention, who seemed to have just realized what was going on. He lifted his mallet and sighed, because the realization was quite... Hard. The voice laughed, then a small circle appeared.

"Well, you win, you go free! Hahaha..." The man who was behind this clearly enjoyed it. Jarvan narrowed his eyes and stared daggers at the opposing team. All he achieved was a smirk from the tall guy, and then they charged.

Everyone chose someone else, and the battle started. Jarvan fought against the man who smirked against him, Syndra chose the mage, Shyvana and Darius were forced to fight as a duo because the women of the opposing team were companions for a long time, as it seemed from their combined strategies. Taric was stuck against the black warrior.

Darius dodged a spear which flew directly towards him, while the dagger user jumped towards him as well. Swinging his axe, he blocked the blow and retaliated, spinning around himself and almost cutting the assassin in two, but her partner pulled her out of his range. Shyvana threw a fire ball, scorching the leg of the spear woman but didn't affect her so badly as to made her tumble backwards, allowing Darius to extend his axe's claw and attempt to pull the shorter woman. He succeeded, stabbing the sharp edge into her side and pulling with viscous strength. The assassin was easily thrown towards him, and while she screamed in pain from the blast, he spun and parted her head and body.

Shyvana was, however, having problems with the other woman because of her wound and the fact she didn't have her weapons. She was clumsily trying to chop her opponent with two small axes, but was utterly failing in that task. The taller woman leaped over Shyvana, amazing the Half Dragon and was about to stab her with the spear, but found herself being torn in two by Taric's strong hands. Darius' mouth almost gapped open, as the Gem knight almost casually and with no effort tear the woman apart. The Noxian looked in the direction of the black warrior, who was now a bloody mess on the floor.

Jarvan was blocking off the tall man's attacks slowly and always in the last moment. His opponent was moving with speed, precision, grace, power and strength. He was a killing machine, a weapon. Unlike the prince, though, Syndra had almost pushed off her opponent. The tall man looked around him, say that his allies were falling, and then roared. The shout shook the earth and he started spinning around, cutting precisely where he was supposed to. Everyone backed away from him, except Taric. The Gem Knight walked slowly towards the spinning brute, grabbed the blades of his swords with his hands, and twisted them, breaking the barbarian's arms. A swift pull of the weapon, Taric stabbed the man in the chest. He left the sword there.

"I think we must go." He silently said, and the sphere appeared. Coughs were heard from the other side of it and the same process which had occurred in the beginning, the teleportation began. Darius was blinded once again, and he was back on the chair, clothed in his own armor. Shyvana was hugging the box, looking at the wall with surprise. Darius didn't understand anything from this, but one thing he did.

Do not get on Taric's bad side. EVER.

A/N: So yes, that is something I wanted to write. A complicated chapter! Hah, but, as always, be sure to leave five or more reviews to get the next chapter tomorrow. !