"Are you prepared?"
The man โ a tall, heavily-built soldier with an excessively large, winged sword strapped to his back โ turned to his side, to acknowledge the voice.
"I'm ready as always, Winter's Wrath." His voice was slightly muffled by the headgear he wore, a fully-enclosed helmet with massive horns pointed downwards from both of its sides. "All I need to know is who our enemies will be."
The Winter's Wrath's stance noticeably stiffened; her armor made slight sounds at the sudden rigidity of the body it was protecting. "Besides Queen Ashe's miserable rabble of milk-drinking weaklings, I'm afraid we have another enemy to face." Her tone carried a barely-hidden undertone of rage. "And they're getting more and more annoying with each passing minute."
The man folded his arms and turned his gaze back to the frozen wastes of the Freljord. He was told that the Avarosan capital of Rakelstake was nearly at hand. "The Demacians are hardly new, Sejuani. The Might of Demacia's forces are just as frail as the Avarosans they're sent to assist."
Sejuani huffed out a snort of a laugh. "Ha, and who said I was talking about those light-hoarding knights? Tell me, Sven, have you ever heard of a foreign force composed mostly of rifle-wielding seafarers?"
Sven shook his helmeted head. "You might have to be more specific than that. I don't know much of nations, given my humble status."
"One," Sejuani started. "Most of their soldiers wore blue and white uniforms, and some of them carried banners emblazoned with a symbol depicting two swords crossed over a ship..."
The Rogue Knight's eyes widened in surprise from behind his helmet for a fleeting second and his form tensed up in excitement. There was only one nation he knew of that had such a symbol as the official seal for their navy.
However, the thought that crossed his mind was impossible. There was simply no way that he was here, stuck in Runeterra along with him.
"...two, they have a beast-riding, glaive-throwing, moonlight-manipulating warrior amongst their ranks..."
No, it can't be... Sven had trouble trying to contain the pounding in his chest upon hearing more of Sejuani's words. If what he thought was true, then he'd be forced to fight not one, but two of the people he thought of as comrades-in-arms.
"...and three, they're apparently led by an admiral. I've sent some spies to Rakelstake, and they reported back that this knife in our gut went by the name ofโ"
"Kunkka." Sven finished for the Winter's Claw.
Sejuani blinked. "Yes... how did you know? You weren't there with them, are you?"
The Rogue Knight didn't respond. He just stood where he was, still as a statue, and silent as the grave. It wasn't long before Sejuani determined that the knight's silence would last much longer than her patience, and she left him soon after, to attend to the invasion force she assembled.
Sven did not even move an inch when a sudden blizzard pelted the Winter's Claw camp, sending the barbarians hiding under their makeshift shelters. After all, he was deep in thought.
This is a test. And yes, this is a part of the story, not something I just wrote and would delete at some point in the future.
