"Morgana, your wings can't take much more," Vi groaned after a few minutes. Morgana's blood-streaked wings agreed, and she nodded as they descended into an isolated area occupied only by trees. "Ow," Vi added as they crashed through some branches in a barely-controlled landing. Morgana arched her back in pain as her injured wings slammed into a tree trunk. She turned her head to Vi, who was slowly picking herself up.

"…Sorry," Morgana muttered. Vi shook her head.

"I'm surprised you managed to land us on our feet at all. So let's take stock of the situation: a Noxian vs. Piltover/Demacian guerilla war just broke out, we won, I almost died, you saved me and now everyone involved wants to find us for one reason or another. That sound about right?" Vi summarized. Morgana frowned and nodded. Vi's group would be looking for her, and Morgana's group would be looking to kill the pair of them. She sighed and bit her lip. There was a long journey ahead of them…

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"I swear to God I'll hijack this bus!" Jinx threatened for the fourth time. She'd begged. She'd pleaded. She'd bribed Caitlyn to turn around and go back for her sister. Caitlyn shook her head again.

"Jinx, I don't know whether those Noxians are still on our tails, and we're also probably going to be under fire from every other Noxian and their allies now that we've really pissed them off. I'm diverting our course to a known heavily guarded Noxian holding compound. They aren't stupid, and they'll know to lock Vi up in some heavy-duty chains," She growled. The mere image forming around her own words burned like a furnace inside her even as she spoke and her voice almost began to shake.

"Caitlyn, I know the one you're talking about," Teemo squeaked from his seat. "And to attempt a head-on assault would be pure folly for a group of our size. Even if we were twice our number we wouldn't stand a chance," He warned. Caitlyn nodded pensively.

"Then we sneak in. I would assume that's not the most simple task in the world, but…" Lux shrugged. Jinx nodded. "But then again, look at our assests. You've got a girl that can bend light and turn invisible," She began, gesturing down herself, "a master spy and his girlfriend," she pointed at the yordles, "and a master thief," she finished, looking at Jinx.

"Actually, my forte is blowing shit up," Jinx corrected bluntly. Lux smiled.

"Good. You can make a diversion," She said. As a Demacian, especially a Crownguard, she was quite the tactician in her own right. She'd recently been able to actually beat her brother in simulated wars as commanders of opposing armies. "Teemo, can you remember the layout of the compound?" Lux looked to the fuzzy midget.

"Of course. Reconnaissance requires an excellent memory," He said as if his pride had been questioned. Lux grinned and handed Teemo a pad of paper and a pencil. Teemo quirked an eyebrow.

"I need you to draw me the most detailed map of the place that you can off of that brilliant memory of yours," She explained. Teemo looked down at the materials in his hands and nodded. "Alright. While he's doing that, I need to know exactly what I'm working with in your inventory," She turned to Jinx.

"What are you, commander?" Jinx snapped. She rubbed her eyes and sighed. "I'm sorry… I'm just-" The pale girl was obviously stressed on the edge of breaking.

"Don't worry about it," Lux cut her off, patting her on the shoulder. Jinx smiled slightly and began laying her weaponry out on a row of seats. By the time she was done, Lux's eyes were extremely widened. "How the… How do you…"

"Carry it all? Here," Jinx said, offering Fishbones to Lux. She extended her arms doubtfully and took the weapon, her arms nearly falling to the floor under the weight. Lux barely managed to lift it back to chest level and back to Jinx, who flipped an almost invisible switch on the gun. "Now try," She said, laying it on the bus seat. Lux raised an eyebrow. It still maintained the same physical dimensions. Jinx turned her head to hide the mischievous grin that began to spread on her face, displaying it in full to Caitlyn.

Lux hefted on the gun… and fell flat on her butt as the excess force took ahold of her. Her eyes were widened as far as they'd go; it felt like the once-heavy object was light as paper! She picked herself up and tossed it up on her shoulder in typical firing position. "Ok… this is gonna have to be explained," Lux said, tossing it back to Jinx. She rolled her eyes as she laid Fishbones down.

"It's a localized magnetic pole reversal field emitted from within the gun. It creates a sort of… coating, that's a good word for it, that reverses the magnetic pull using a hextech core reactor to…" Jinx smacked her forehead as Lux's eyes glazed over. "It's a small machine that can make heavy stuff light and vice versa," She simplified.

"I didn't take you for the tech type," Caitlyn called over her shoulder. "Guess it runs in the family."

Two hours of planning, driving and Jinx having to be calmed down after going into a rage they arrived well outside of the prison. "Ok… Jeez. They really do have this place locked down," Lux muttered as they peeked out of the woods they'd traversed. Woods that surrounded the compound, as a matter of fact, out in the middle of nowhere. The security was iron-clad; guards in armor with weapons varying from swords to axes to tridents and even the occasional cannoneer could be seen on patrol and automatic cannons could be seen littering the ground and walls.

"Holy shit…" Jinx said. "Who the hell're they locking up in here, demigods?"

"If Vi is considered a demigod, sure," Caitlyn reminded her. Jinx bit her lip. The thought of her sister chained up in a room somewhere in that building galled her. "Still… Teemo, how the hell are we supposed to get in? You'd have to be insane to even try to get into this place."

Jinx laughed as the word "insane" rang in her ears. And continued laughing. She focused deep within herself. Caitlyn was right. It'd take a real nutcase to charge in there and create a diversion big enough for the others to get past. Come on. It's time to get Jinxed, she thought. The laugh turned maniacal, her pupils dilated, her face became twisted and she hoisted Fishbones high.

"It's a good thing I'm nuts then," She said. She moved Fishbones' jaws a bit.

"Jinx, this really isn't wise. You should stick with the group and make a plan for-" Caitlyn's eyes widened as she looked over to her fellow officer only to see what she could describe as "the old Jinx."

Jinx stopped talking in her deep Fishbones voice and scoffed. "Plans? Me? You crack me up, Fishbones. Come on!" She yelled before rushing off into the open field, firing three rockets and tossing her trademark Flame Chompers. Caitlyn gasped as the explosion drew heavy fire and guard forces. "J-" Lux slapped a hand on Caitlyn's mouth.

"Come on, go!" She hissed, pushing the taller woman aside and rushing in behind Jinx. Rather than joining the fighting, she ran toward the now-unattended entrance. The yordles quickly followed and, with a brief hesitation Caitlyn brought up the rear. Vi, we're coming, she thought as they entered, praying that none of those massive explosions ringing in the background were announcing Jinx's death.

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2 hours earlier…

"I think that should do it. I wouldn't flap it for a little while though," Vi warned. Morgana nodded, testing the makeshift bandage Vi had made for her. On the plus side, it worked for all intents and purposes; the wounds were covered up. However, the bandage had come at the cost of her black dress, the only cloth plentiful enough to make said bandage. Not that it looked terrible, but now it was a miniskirt that showed far more skin than Morgana was used to, or comfortable, showing.

"Let's hope. Your friends… you'll be looking for them, I suppose," Morgana said. It wasn't a question. Vi nodded. "Then I guess you'll go your way and I'll go mine to find my group," She said, trying to rid her voice of the ridiculous emotion that seemed to be invading it. Why was she… hesitant to leave Vi?

"Listen to yourself," Vi said harshly. Well, harshly to Morgana's ears in any case. Vi was just hardened like that when dealing with strangers. "I have friends. You have your 'group' as you call them. There a reason you're with those punks?" She asked. Morgana hesitated before answering.

"I am Noxian. I serve the Noxian cause. I follow the orders of Swain. Noxians have no need for 'friends' or other sentiments that might get endanger their purposes," Morgana replied. Vi narrowed her eyes.

"Swain?" She echoed. "The Noxian general?"

"Of course. He is High Commander, after all."

Vi's lips morphed into a slow, dangerous, feral smile. Morgana had just put a face to the bastard that had left her without a family, without a proper home and without a childhood. She knew who Swain was. The last she'd heard, Swain was below even Katarina on the Noxian food chain. She licked her lips like a lion stalking its prey, causing even the fallen angel to feel a bit… cautious.

"So tell me, Morgana," Vi began. Morgana's eyes narrowed. "How much of that bullshit Noxus ass-kissing did you really believe?" The dark angel began to retort, but stopped. Vi had a point. She didn't believe a fucking word of it. She'd believed all of it before about ten minutes ago. Why the sudden questioning of Noxus?

"What does it matter to you what my beliefs are? You should get moving if you want to find your comrades, before night falls," She replied. Vi growled as she watched Morgana begin to spread her wings on instinct, catch herself before the bandage tore and walk briskly into the black fog of the forest.

"Great. At least I didn't lose ALL of my friends," She muttered to no one as she powered up her gauntlets... then looked on in shock as they powered back down. "Shit. The damn hextech pole reversal must be damaged… Oh well," With that remark, she bashed a tree aside by using her gauntlets as battering rams, revealing a trail in the woods. She grinned at her handiwork as she merged into the pathway, looking both ways before deciding that left was a good direction.