Chapter 10

Lux walked quickly down the Demacian corridors. She, being one I the generals that resided in the Institute of War, was called into meeting when Garen and Jarvan had called for all Demacian champions in the league. She walked into Jarvan's quarters, and was met by the eyes of everyone in the room. Shyvana, Garen, Fiora, Xin Zhao, Quinn and Valor, Vayne, Jarvan, and even Galio, who stood watching the precedings in the corner. Lux walked in, bowed and took her place by her brother.
"Lux is here, so we can start." Jarvan announced. "The reason as to why you were all called here tonight is to discuss what we think, as champions and as Demacians, about the newest champion here at the league Quarax."
"Jarvan and I have been talking, and we thought it important to look at Quarax from both an ally and an enemies perspective, should he take a side in the war." Garen continued.
"But why would we need to worry? Valoran is in a time of peace. What all this talk of allegiances and war?" Fiora asked.
"Because we are up against Noxus and Noxians, and they could be planning something even now." Garen said. "It would be better for us to have a plan in place, should there be an end in this ceasefire."
"Lux has met him, and has seen him in battle. Can you describe him?" Asked Jarvan.
"I guess." She said. "Well he is tall, about as tall as Garen, slightly shorter. He has brown hair, and green eyes. But there is something wrong with them. The straitions are blood red. He was slightly sharp features. But he otherwise looks pretty average. He is pretty plain, medium built, and has otherwise normal features. A normal voice, normal face, nothing overly handsome, but he sure isn't normal. He is a cannibal. He has this beast inside him, a "Beast of Flesh" or something. He wields strange weapons and strange armour, coloured a light olive green. They are decorated, engraved with some ancient design. He seems pretty normal, other than his abilities."
"A cannibal? And you said you wanted him as an ally?" Shyvana questioned.
"His power is immense. We have to explore these options." Garen replied.
"Cannibalism doesn't seem very Demacian, Garen." Shyvana quickly followed up with.
"And yet a half dragon is?" He shot back.
"It doesn't matter!" Jarvan shouted. "What matters is what will happen if the Noxians get him."
"Correct." Garen said. "Swain, Darius, and Katarina were all at his first match, watching. They will be planning to get a hold of him."
"Then what do we do?" Fiora asked.
"He is too powerful, and will be one of the winning factors for which ever army gets him as an ally in the war. Either we befriend him, and he fights for us, or we kill him."

Katarina stalked down the corridor, attempting to get to her quarters, without attracting any attention.
"You are up late." Swain said, from his chair, by the fire in the lobby area. "What have you been up to?" He said as he got up.
"Training." She replied, irritated that he had seen her.
"I see. Have you spoken to Quarax yet?" He asked.
"I have."
"I hope you left a good impression."
"Yes, I am going to lunch with him tomorrow." She said as she turned to walk away.
Swain stepped forward and grabbed her arm, turning her to face him. "Don't screw this up Katarina." He said. "He is far too powerful to miss out on. We get him, we will win the war."
"I won't Swain." She said, clenching her teeth.
"Good." He said, as he stared at her eyes.
She walked away quickly, hoping Draven wouldn't appear. She would stab him if he said even a single word. She opened her door, stepped inside, and closed it, with some force.
"Fuck Swain. Thinking he has any power over me. I'll cut his damn head off. Then we will see who holds all the power."
She went to her room, and fell asleep with angry thoughts in her mind.

Quarax walked back to his room at about one in the morning. Katarina had returned to her quarters hours ago, and he spent his time after their conversation hacking and slashing at the dummy that stood in the training room. The Piltoverians had left two hours before he left. Leaving him alone. He did, however, see a man walking around on his way back to his quarters. He had a bandaged mouth, and he met with a male summoner. They watched him as he passed them by, and continued talking after he had left. Quarax took no mind of it, instead choosing to pass it off as some private talk in the night. He returned to his quarters, and lay down, falling asleep quickly.

He awoke early the next morning, got dressed, and went outside to check his roster. It was pinned on his door, and he saw that he had three matches that day all before his booking with Katarina at lunch. His first one would be at nine o'clock, so he got geared up and went down to the summoners platform. An adept summoner came and found him, as he stood off to the side.
"Hello, you must be Quarax." He said.
"I am. Who, however, are you?" Quarax responded.
"I am Titus Hartan, an advanced level summoner. I am one of the two people who will be summoning you today."
Quarax nodded his approval, and walked over to his position. He looked over at Titus, who nodded. Quarax then felt the familiar winds of summoning around him.

Quarax. Only won one game that day. The last of them, Titus as his summoner. The first, Titus was new to Quarax's play style and abilities. The second, a summoner called Poltin Futnik summoned him, and after a good top lane, surrendered due to poor effort from the other lanes. The last, Quarax won his lane, and then went on to carry the team to victory.

He walked out of the arena, returned to his quarters, showered, and went to meet Katarina in front of the doors of the Institute. They met up, and headed into town for lunch.

Okay! Another one down. From here on out, it is going to be a little bit of a struggle for both Noxus and Demacia trying to get Quarax on their team. Onwards and upwards!