Irelia, are you well?
"I am fine, summoner."
You looked awfully distressed, did he give you trouble?
"No, no it wasn't that it was just...Who was he?"
I do not know, I simply assumed that he was Noxian, why else would anyone fight over such high stakes if they do not support their own countrymen?"
Irelia balled both her fists, blades returning to their respective positions as she eyed his quickly dissipating corpse.
"He had to be Noxian, no one else would fight under these stakes. He had to be Noxian."
...Irelia.
With a heavy sigh, she turned towards the minions and proceeded to cut them down, taking advantage of her lane dominance and shoving back towards
the opposing tower...
"Shit!"
He lie face down, frustrated.
Gawain.
"Yeah, yeah I fucked up sorry, I get it, look let's just get back towards the lane, I probably lost this for us already."
One death does not spell defeat, do not look so glum, we can still win.
"Oh yeah? Oh yeah?! Well anywhere else I'd be fuckin' dead! There are no second chances out there, out in the real world!
A deep breath. Fingers curled upon the stone dais.
"I shouldn't be alive right now, she beat me."
...
"What, nothing to say? Well you're right, we probably can still win, I'm just really pissed off that's all."
With a sigh, Gawain drug himself up to a respectable height, wiping the grim reminders of his recent death off the hem of his travelers shirt.
"Look who gave up first blood."
"...Goddammit."
He knew who it was before the sight of her red hair burned itself into his already bloodshot retinas.
"I should have known a weakling like you had no place on a Noxian team. What, are you some fresh rookie who thought he could be a champion?"
The redhead absently played with a dagger as she mocked him, berated him.
"Hah, that's funny, don't you worry, I was just getting warmed up that's all." It was a vain attempt to keep the color from rising up to his cheeks.
Why the hell did her presence make him so...pissed off?
"So who the hell were you talking to just now anyway?"
"...What?"
"Don't play fucking coy with me, I just heard you face down muttering to yourself like some complete psychopath, is there something I should know
about, like, prescription drug wise or...?"
Why couldn't she just kill him now? Save him the time and effort spent wasted today?
"Look, lady, I got this game in the bag, you can win and I can go back to whatever the fuck I was doing earlier to-"
"Don't you swear around me asshole, or I'll rip your fucking tongue out."
"But you just said-"
"Shut it moron, screw this game up and we screw you up, got it? Now i'll be seeing you, and we better win, because right now, you're off to a pretty
shitty start."
A resigned sigh as he forced himself to trek back towards the designated lane. The losing lane that was.
As he stomped off, shoulders slumped, a slight - if only barely so - smile alighted her lips.
For some odd reason, she had only just met this moron, and was taking some perverse liking to him.
