Thought this would be an interesting pairing.
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Shyvana stretched out in her chair. It really wasn't often that she went to the beach, it was quite a trek from the institute but taking some time away was worth it. People gave her a wide berth, not only because she was a champion, but because she was not known for her love of fans.

It was a shame Jarvan was busy with duties in Demacia, it would have been nice to have a friendly face, one she could openly speak too.

A beach ball startled her reverie making her sit up and look around, a pair of boys were walking over nervously, one looking at the sand.

"I'm guessing this is yours?" She said holding the ball out.

Some champions were noted for being caring towards their fans, Soraka being one of them, however no one said that about The Half-Dragon.

"Yes, thank you sir."

"Sir! Do I look like a man to you?" Shyvana demanded, keeping the smile from sliding across her face.

"No! I mean no miss!"

"Good. No you two run off before I eat you."

Conversation done she leaned back not watching the two scamper away.

"Do ye have to be doin tha?"

"Leave me be Beserker. I can toy with them if I wish."

"Ah but tha's just mean that is"

"Why do you speak like that? It's so irritating."

"Oh? Ya mean in mah funny voice do ya? Well the wee lads be likin it."

"Your beard is still pink."

"SHUT UP!" Olaf Roared making the people giving a wide berth move farther away.

"Do you intend to rival Gankplank for the seas? You can have your face on the pirate flag, with a great pink beard. Maybe a straw hat even."

"Dragon, do not be testing my patience."

"Ah there we go. Normal speaking tones."

Olaf stormed off grumbling.

Shyvana leaned back again enjogint he sun. It had taken her a while to find the swimsuit she wore today, and it was a shame whenever she tried to wear it at the pool some annoying person or Yordle always decided to make a splash.

Cold water jolted her wide awake, eyes flashing to the source immediately.

"Yer Swimsuit, be wet dragon!" Olaf bellowed laughing. He had a bucket at his feet and was clutching his knees to try and not fall over.

Rising in a fury she tore off after him. Both Champions wore no shoes in the sand, but did prove an entertaining view, Olaf, his pink beard dancing in the wind, running from Shyvana, still dripping with her hair flying out behind her.

"Enough!" Shyvana bellowed allowing herself to slip into dragon form.

Olaf turned and backhanded her head, making the snapping teeth barely miss his rear end.

"Don' be bitin tha! I be needin it for sittin!"

Roaring Shyvanna belched flame.

"Ack! Me beard be pink, but I still be wantin to keep it!" Olaf spun on heel and tackled the dragon, drawing on the power of Ragnarok.

Shyvana was caught off guard and couldn't stop from being knocked into the water. Both Dragon and Beserker went tumbling into the water, and steam billowed up.

Swimming to the surface in her human form Shyvana treaded water trying and failing to glare at Olaf.

"If ye be at the beach, best be havin fun." He said with a great laugh at the end.

"Well your beard is still pink."