Demacia was all atwitter with the news that a single Yordle was putting the Royal wedding on hold. What was so important about her that the prince would halt his own wedding, the happiest day of his life, for her? Tabloids exploded with stories about Jarvan's secret trists with the Yordle and magically altered photos of young Yordle children to look more like Jarvan, claiming he was their father.
Xin and his men searched tirelessly until they found Poppy, walking ominously through the Demacian gates, her hammer held tightly by her side, a look of unbridled rage across her normally stoic face.
"Ah there you are Poppy, the prince has had us searching the entire city for you. he says the wedding can't continue without the maid of honor."
Poppy remained unmoving, unflinching. All she could see and hear was Jarvan and his stupid face with his stupid words. All the guards looked like Jarvan to her, so she ran up to one and brought Whomper across his gloriously stupid abs. Ribs shattered and blood was coughed up as the guard went down under the massive blow.
Xin stood bewildered. He hadn't seen power like this since his time in the arenas in Noxus, but now was not the time to think about that, now was the time to catch himself a Yordle.
"Restrain her, I don't care what you have to do, but get that fuzzy blue woman in chains!"
Xin bellowed his orders as his men rushed towards Poppy, confident in their ability to handle such a small opponent only armed with a Smith's hammer. Xin himself charged in, knowing Poppy was a champion of the League and surely a worthy foe for him to face.
Poppy only grinned at the challenge.
