The blood was dripping from the wounds, gore on the place he landed. The man was able to reach a little cave and collapsed. His stomach was rip open, blood and gore on the edge. His left hand was useless. He was in a cruel condition. Otherwise, his appearance was exotic, dark hood, golden armor covered by animal pelts, cloak of dark fur. The hood was magical, not allowing his face to be seen. He growled, then placed his right hand on the hole in his body.

"I hate that body... So weak and vulnerable, not as my true form..." His voice boomed, deep and strong, he cursed. Lifting his right hand, he grabbed the air, as it would seem to a normal man, and his limb was covered in the ninth color, as he liked to call the mixture of darkness and light that formed a sphere around the arm. Then he just placed it on his wound. Hissing, the hole produced smoke and tears, wich meant it would heal. New skin and organs started to form in his body, replacing wounded ones. When the gross hole closed, the man panthed and lew his head on the stone.

"At least, he might be doing better." He said and fell asleep.

It has been one month since Draven joined the league. He grew in power, and gained more influence, also becoming quite the star for ladies. Of course, he knew all the champions, and the female half was exited about something after matches, because he heard them talking about him in the woman changing rooms. He also became a friend with the new champion who joined after him, the pridestalker, Rengar. He was a human-tiger, white fur and a false eye, with a grotesque scar passing through it. He was a hunter and, as he said, a master of his art. A week later Rengar started meeting the bestial huntress, Nidalee. It was easy to notice that there was electricity between them. Not that he didn't befriend Ahri and spend most of his free time with her. But he didn't do it with the foxy lady, as he sometimes called her. He wouldn't do it with her even if she wanted, for he wasn't ready for this. Their relationship wasn't so strong. In the moment, the four of them were sitting around a spruce table. The dishes were empty, but their cups still full with wine or beer. The didn't care what the taste was, because their conversation was interesting. Nidalee was resting on Rengar's shoulder, while he hugged her with his right hand. He had a simple shirt and pants, his feet without boots as always. Nidalee had a black dress that was to her knees, and a shirt that covered her breasts, shoulders and stomach. Ahri was standing in a similar position, but Draven didn't hug her. She was with her casual blue coat and short dress, almost always smiling. Draven, by himself was fabulous. His dark green shirt without sleeves was revealing some of his muscles. His pants were black, and his shoes dark with green lines.

"You know, personally I have a mission, take the head of the creature that took my eye. "Rengar said.

"It is an alien thing for that world. Savage beast from the Void, I propose. When I fight ChoGath or Kog'Maw, I remember of it's wish to feast, to evolve. Such a strange being... And I know it will be a powerfull oponent. "He finished, taking a sip from his cup. Nidalee looked at him and gigled. Smiling, she shook her head.

"Won't you need help defeating such a strong enemy?" She gigled when he looked at her, smiling back.

"Of course I could use the help of the Bestial huntre–"

"Draven!" He was rudely interrupted by a feminine voice, coming from an approaching group of five noxians. Katarina, Urgot, Sion, Cassiopeia and Talon were at ten feet from the table. Hey were armed, ready for battle. The executioner stood up and walked towards the group.

"What is it you want? Can't you see we are having dinner and a conversation? "He asked, really annoyed. Katarina stared at him.

"In the past month, you have been acting really inappropriateley. That's why, I challenge you on a one vs one battle. Do you accept?" She asked with a selfish grin on her face. Draven looked at her and sihted.

"Fine. "She put an evil smile on her face. Katarina then made a sign and a summoner appeared. He nodded and waved.

"Hello. So, you will fight one vs one for a kill, and that ends the battle. Understand?" They both nodded.

"Also, the fight will be spectated by almost all champions and a lot of summoners. Do your best. "He finished and made a few signs with his hands. Draven turned only to see his friends nod, preparing to watch. Draven and Katarina were surrounded by blue light and then teleported. The place was a bridge, that was easy to understand, but no structures. No Obelisk to heal you. Nothing. Only forward. But Draven couldn't move. Then he heard the booming voice of the announcer.

"Thirty seconds. "Draven thought how Ahri, Nidalee and Rengar are watching. Ten seconds, and hammers hit. Nine seconds. Hammers hit again. The process repeated to the last second and they could move.

"The battle has begun!" The announcer shouted and Draven rushed forward. After ten steps, he saw Katarina running towards him, with a dot on her face. Dot? Realizing too late, Draven moved his hand and caught the dagger, at the price of a few wounds. Katarina, still running, stopped and laughed at him.

"Now you cannot use your magic!" She said and continued running. Draven felt his mana draining and cursed. He wouldn't be able to use his magic to teleport his axes in his hand when he hit an enemy. He would have to catch them. Katarina disappeared in a puff of smoke and appeared behind him, spinning with her blades and hitting him three times. The knives wounded him, but he ignored the pain and kicked her in the ribcage. She was pushed backwards and Draven threw his axe, only to see another puff of smoke. Katarina appeared behind him and cut he executoner again. She then leapd and spun, throwing daggers at him. They all hit their target, he amazed, because his reaction time was slowed. Poisoned he was. Never mind, she could still beat her. After all, Draven does it all. He cut the veins on his left and right hand and felt the energy. Then, with an amazing speed dashed to her and stabbed her stomach, turning and swinging his axe. Katarina looked at him.

"You... Are dead. "He said and Katarina's body splat in two. Blood dropping from her upper half, it fell with a 'splat' on the ground and stopped moving. Draven sihted and tried to stand, but collapsed.

He opened his eyes to see Ahri, next to his bed, in his room. He was wearing nothing except his underwear, wich gave him a slight blush. Ahri looked at him and smiled, hugging the executioner.

"I was worried. "She said and crawled In the bed with him.