Warning: This chapter is not dramatic.
Mordekaiser sat on his sofa, staring at the shining screen of his television set. He constantly mashed the buttons on his GameMace device, hack and slashing his way through an army of paladins. The Master of Metal's body had recovered faster than he had expected, so spending his time productively before a Rift match was the best decision- for him, at least. Mixed emotions flowed within the iron man's head due to the recent events at the beach.
The one that worried him the most involved the mermaid he had found earlier.
The mentioned Marai squirmed on a dining chair at the kitchen. Mordekaiser had lazily taken care of her for one day, and he already felt the pain of nursing something incapable of talking. He ignored the quiet cries of the feminine creature that crawled behind his back. The Master of Metal continued to play his video game, enjoying the pain he saw within the paladins' pixelated eyes-
"Guarghhhhh! I need to do something about that freaking creature!"
Mordekaiser paused the game before he tossed his controller on the sofa. He stormed over to the kitchen, grumbling something inaudible, before he looked at the Marai in the eyes. She stared back without blinking for ten seconds, which thoroughly crept him out. Eyes twitching, Mordekaiser asked the mermaid, "You hungry or somethin'...?!"
The Marai continued to stare at him. She broke the record she made the day before- she blinked after thirty seconds of keeping her eyes open.
The Master of Metal sighed deeply. Were there any mermaids around that could help him out?
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But being the dunce he was, he couldn't think of anyone. Picking the Marai up, he marched over to leave his dormitory. He heard a door open behind him, which was quickly followed by a question made by a curious Piltover Enforcer,
"Where ya' goin'?"
Mordekaiser grumpily answered,
"My lawyer."
"...So," an amused Mercedes asked with his eyebrows raised, "you caught some fish that happened to look like Nami?"
"Who's Nami?"
Mercedes whacked a rotten burrito on Mordekaiser's head. "No," the iron man screamed in agony, "rotten burritos- my only weakness!"
The Master of Metal had brought the Marai all the way to Mercedes's office, which was located within the middle of the Institute itself. In fact, his office was built within the Justified Congress; a large, marble building that held most of the Institute's most important figures. Being one of the few high summoners that was around, he was considered to be a vital part of the Institute. His knowledge and wisdom was far greater than some of the officials. The casual attitude he had around Mordekaiser, however, was far different than his sophisticated one.
Mercedes sighed as he leaned back on his leather chair. He placed the rubik's cube he had been holding for some time on his wide table. "Mordekaiser," the high summoner said with a serious voice, "you did meet Nami several times, right? The Tidecaller? Does that ring a bell to you?"
The Master of Metal contemplated deeply. Now that he thought about it, he did meet her. Only twice: once at the Summoner's Rift, the second encounter which had occurred when he was protecting Garen Crownguard from a tidal wave of women.
"I met the mermaid-"
"Nami," Mercedes corrected for the iron man.
"...Nami... but the two seem to be quite... different in both personality and common sense. Are the two really part of the same species?"
The summoner scratched his head, deep in thought. "Well, I'm not sure. Though they seriously look the same. I mean, like, don't they look like twin sisters?"
Mordekaiser looked at the mermaid mindlessly spinning around the floor. He looked back up before he asked,
"This brainless fish looks like it wants some fish food. Does this Nami make those kinds of faces too?"
Mercedes sighed. "Look, man. I dunno about you, but I'm pretty sure that they're in the same species. What I'm curious about is how she's even breathing like the Tidecaller."
Mordekaiser leaned back when the summoner leaned forward. Mercedes continued sharing what was on his mind, "Here's my theory; this... Marai, as we speculate, has a special case like our Marai. But unlike Nami, she seems to lack proper knowledge about her surroundings. Whoever she is, she lacked training."
"You totally sound like Udyr right now."
Mercedes tossed his rotten burrito at Mordekaiser's face.
"What we could do about this mermaid is leave her to the Institute. She could learn more on how to live, and we could learn more about her. The only problem to that is how much stress she'd have to endure throughout the many years of hospitality."
The Master of Metal nodded in agreement, letting the burrito fall on the floor. "Then I guess we should send her-"
"Therefore, she's in your hands now. Have fun."
"Okey dokey- WAIT A SECOND!"
Mordekaiser slammed a clenched fist on Mercedes's table. Eyes glowing in both surprise and anger, he asked the summoner, "Whaddya mean she's in my hands now?! I came here to get rid of her, not collect tips on how to babysit something that can't walk!"
Mercedes raised his hands in defense as he said in retaliation, "Look, if Nami could move, then this girl could crawl. Or something. I don't know what to do with her honestly. But what I do know is that if you leave her in the Institute's hands, then they'll do more than just take care of her. They might look through her entire body, or worse, start doing experiments on her. There are some officials out there that just don't deserve their place, y'know."
At this, the iron man fell silent. His friend was right- who knew what they might do to something so valuable? The Marai might've been worth more than just millions of gold. She was great research material, and Mordekaiser took her for that purpose. It would be a waste to just send her off to some idiots he despised anyhow.
The Master of Metal leaned over, his arm supporting his weight as he asked the summoner, "You better start moving when I ask for your cooperation."
Mercedes felt a wild grin replace the frown he wore earlier. "Deal."
With the issue taken care of, Mordekaiser stood up from the chair he was sitting on. Just when he began to head out of the office, he heard Mercedes call out to him,
"Oh yeah, and you've got a Rift match today, right?"
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I HAVE A RIFT MATCH TODAY?!
The high summoner cheerfully said to the iron man, "Have fun at the jungle! You're gonna have to use some brains for the ganking."
Mordekaiser deadpanned.
"Don't get too angry, ya?"
Grabbing the mermaid by her tail, the Master of Metal raced back to the Champions' Break. It only took him three minutes to get there due to the panic he felt within him. When he arrived at his dormitory, he slammed open the door. The iron man left the Marai on his sofa with two hamburgers he had bought just a day ago. Mordekaiser left his dormitory again, shutting the door behind him, before he screamed,
"WHY AM I GOING JUUUUNGLEEEEEEEE?!"
Forty minutes later...
Margaret Clementine walked over to the Battle Quarters with three books in her hand. Today was another day for her to cooperate with the champion she idolized so much. The girl had finally managed to cross the 'twelfth-level barrier' that annoyed Mordekaiser so much, which pleased her very much. She, however, did not feel nervous. No, not at all.
She felt painfully nervous.
Clementine had not met Mordekaiser for a long time. She did not summon him solely because of her level, and she never met him at the beach. After all, she was stuck inside the 'Break' at the second day until some 'important' news of Riven obliterating something had arrived. She still had to thank Mercedes for making her skip the public summoner training session.
The orange-haired girl entered the Battle Quarters, heading directly to where Mordekaiser would be. Searching for the third room at the Blue Team's hallway, she stiffened when she found the door slightly open. Clementine shyly opened the door...
...before being dragged in by an infuriated Master of Metal.
Mordekaiser kicked the door, shutting it tightly, before he growled at Clementine in confusion,
"Why... am I going to the jungle?"
Margaret prevented herself from screaming for help. In an attempt to cool his temper, the summoner managed to squeak out, "S-Sorry! The summoners I was paired up with... they... they didn't exactly cooperate at the draft session... so I, uh... so I-"
Mordekaiser's eyes glowed violently as he asked, "What was the pick order?"
"S-Second. I was second. But some person called for the middle lane, so... so I..."
"Listen, you naïve girl. When the Institute decides to make your team go through the Draft Pick session, it's not about call order. It's about pick order."
Clementine blinked. "P-Pick order?"
"Pick. Order. Don't listen to the uneducated idiots that say it's all about call order- it's about Pick Order, and everyone who's smart will respect the concept. You pick based one what you're good at and what's available. For example, if you're good at fighting in the middle and bottom lane, and you're second on the pick order, you take middle or bottom lane. It would've been a different situation if you were third on the calling session."
Mordekaiser leaned closer to the summoner, doing his best to prevent his boiling rage from burning the fragile girl in front of him.
"Got it?"
Clementine nodded quickly. With a heavy sigh, the Master of Metal used his power to cause metallic shards to form around him. He sent the pieces into one area, creating a makeshift throne. His summoner's interest sparked at the creation of the object. Mordekaiser raised an eyebrow as he asked the girl, "What; you want to sit here?"
The frail summoner twitched like a thief getting caught in a crime. She blinked several times, her cheeks puffed, before she admitted, "Yes."
The Master of Metal rolled his eyes as he sat on the throne. Using his ability to create steel objects, he made another throne for his summoner to sit on. "Don't do anything funny to it," he said with a hesitant look. Clementine smiled widely, forgetting the fear she had felt a few seconds ago, as she made a small hop to the wide chair. When she plopped onto the seat, the girl made herself comfortable.
Mordekaiser noticed that Clementine had been carrying several books. Squinting, he read the title of one of the books.
Jungling: Its Benefits, Strategies, and Outcomes.
The Master of Metal grinned. It was a book written by Mercedes in his earlier days. He remembered a time when he needed to jungle with the man, who went so far to make an entire book for the iron man to read. The high summoner (who was a rookie like any other in the past) gave Mordekaiser a gist of how much responsibility a Jungler had. And today, he was going to be either a burden or a great addition to the team.
"I see that you've gone for the old man, eh," Mordekaiser chuckled. The coy summoner looked down at her book before shrinking in place. "Y-Yes. He's nice and informative about many things, so I figured that I needed to visit him first."
The iron man gave her a confused look. "Why would you go to Mercedes first? He should always be the last on any list. And his stuff could get pretty complex sometimes."
Clementine uncomfortably shifted on her seat as the Master of Metal continued, "If I were you, I'd just ask my acquaintances for good information. You could also threaten your local library with fire; that was my favorite method at one point."
When Mordekaiser stopped speaking, silence immediately took over the room. Her hair hung over her face, Clementine quietly told her champion,
"I... think I'm being abandoned..."
The Master of Metal stiffened. Abandonment, the iron man thought with surprise written on his face. Wow, this girl must of have it hard... what's abandonment, anyway? I'm pretty sure Nidalee had that problem as well... if I remembered correctly, that is.
The petite girl did not look up from the ground. After struggling to find her courage to speak again, the summoner continued, "I-I'm... a little antisocial. And a little... weak. Y-Yes, I'm... very weak. But... my friends are starting to get busier. And, u-uh, they've been disappearing ever since I hit my twelfth level. S-Since I cannot socialize properly either, t-the girls liked to make 'predictions' as to why I'm being left alone."
Mordekaiser had his ears open. He figured that Clementine would've been respected for being Mercedes's favorite pupil. Then he realized that status wasn't everything.
Yeah... status really isn't anything. Especially if your Chain Wardens begin to call you "Megatron."
"I'm too busy studying and participating in the League at the same time. And... I don't have time to talk outside of the League matches. I-I understand why the others see me as... aloof, I guess. Maybe my f-friends are somewhere else. With people. P-People... p..."
Then the summoner fell silent. Time continued to tick by, but not inside the room. Everything was quiet, and nothing moved. No sound could be heard other than the loud chatters of people conversing outside of the room. Mordekaiser closed his eyes, deep in thought.
...Crap, I can't think of anything, thought the iron man. Disappointed with his failure to think of something cool, the Master of Metal looked up at Clementine. The summoner did not move from her seat. Troubled by the incoming match and his summoner in sorrow, Mordekaiser thought harder to find a solution. Then he realized what he could do.
The iron man stood up from his throne, catching Clementine's attention. When the frail girl looked up at him, the Master of Metal roughly put his hands on her shoulders. Eyes glowing in determination, Mordekaiser thought to himself, Crapcrapcrapcrap! Crap crap crap! I feel like I need to say something right now, but honestly, I went through so many tragic incidents... that I don't give a sh#&! ...Wait a second, I do need to give a crap about this, right? For old man Mercedes, right?! Ugh, think, Mordekaiser, think!
When the orange-haired girl blinked, Mordekaiser let go of her shoulders. He closed his eyes for exactly two seconds before jerking them open again. Thrusting his arms to the air, the Master of Metal roared,
"GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Clementine jumped on her seat, taken aback by the iron man's sudden outburst. Mordekaiser grabbed her shoulders once more before he wildly blurted out,
"Summoner! I don't know why you people hang around with gossipers alike, and I have no clue about what the word society means. But let me tell you with all of my honesty!"
The Master of Metal took a deep breath... before shouting at the girl's face,
"Society fails hard! Brush past those silly fools with a mace in your hand, and if they dare slap you in the face, then TEAR THEIR EYES OUT! People think you're out of place? Look at Jarvan, for Vilemaw's sake! That bub is weirder than the sun, so no one likes him! Regardless of what happens, he marches on dumbly, and being stupid is good in some aspects!"
The summoner's lips trembled as she barely managed to stutter out, "B-But... d-doesn't he h-have friends...? L-Like you...?"
"Ah."
Mordekaiser froze as he stared off into space. He was taken aback due to the fact that was stated by Clementine.
...then the iron man told himself, "...wait- I'm not his friend! Like I give a rat's a#% about his flagpoles!"
"Listen, Clementine," Mordekaiser continued with an unreasonably loud voice, "if there's something to be worried about, then it's the League match! We're gonna be jungling soon; don't give a living crap about those who dare to ignore and... 'abandon'... you. Oh, so they want to worry you with departures? Put on some duct tape armor for your pride and ignore them to kingdom come! Got people who're bothering you to death? Get Mercedes. Or someone you know that has power."
The Master of Metal leaned over, his teeth clenched tightly, as he told his summoner,
"You're strong. Admit it, or you'll really be as stupid as they make you out to be."
Mordekaiser had unconsciously made his throne disappear into thin air while he stood. Clementine nodded, some of the life she had entering her eyes again, as she stood up from her seat. The summoner quietly headed for the door, allowing the iron man to sigh in relief. Before she left the room, however, the summoner found herself turn before she asked, "L-Lord Mordekaiser!"
"Hmm? What is it," asked the Master of Metal.
"Can... can you teach me how... to be a little more like y-you after the match...?"
The iron man chuckled, which made the orange-haired summoner tilt her head in confusion. With a wide, devilish grin, Mordekaiser, the Master of Metal, turned the hand he pointed at Clementine with into a clenched fist,
"Win this battle... win this battle somehow, and I shall teach you how to be like the great Mordekaiser of Shadow Isles."
The young summoner froze at this. Shortly afterwards, the girl found herself smiling incredibly brightly as well. With a quick nod, she chirped back,
"O-Okay!"
At the Summoner's Rift, Mordekaiser found himself standing in the middle of the blue team's respawn point. He grinned, feeling a new-found adrenaline flowing through his body. The iron man felt as if he were facing an old foe after many years of training. This time, he wouldn't get his wraiths taken by the enemy Jungler early game. With some expectations filling the gaps of his motivation, Mordekaiser turned to check who his teammates were.
He turned into a screaming statue when he did so.
Thresh... Heimerdinger... Akali... Nidalee...
...This team is so squishy and RETARDED...! And why isn't Nidalee going Jungle?!
While the frozen iron man stared into empty space, Thresh happily cackled, "Mordekaiser! Why am I appearing so frequently nowadays?"
"Because there needs to be one retarded idiot frequently appearing in a story."
Mordekaiser sighed, buying a Hunter's Machete and a few Health Potions. The Master of Metal headed towards the jungle as he called out to his comrades, "Wolves first. Then the golem buff."
The iron man wondered how he was paired up with such unfitting teammates, but then again, Clementine did mention how uncooperative her fellow summoners were during the draft session. Mordekaiser stood where the wolves would spawn at, with Akali and Thresh by his side. The Fist of Shadow was very silent around the Master of Metal; a typical reaction from someone who faced Mordekaiser so many times in the Rift. Thresh, on the other hand, constantly bickered about how awesome his lantern was.
"Green Lantern? That guy should take a look at my lantern. See how that feels for him."
Mordekaiser rolled his eyes as he mumbled, "This is the fifth time you already mentioned that Free Rantun bub. You might as well-"
While he was talking, however, Thresh felt suspicious of the brush nearby them. Merrily walking towards it, he took out a Sight Ward before tossing straight into the brush.
He found Garen, Master Yi, and Jarvan IV, all three who were mindlessly talking with one another. One of the Chain Warden's eyes twitched as he backed away from the bush. He was freaked out by how the three didn't notice the loud noise of a ward being placed.
They're not call brawnboxes for no reason, thought Thresh.
Mordekaiser felt sweat trickle underneath his armor. Walking over the brush, the Master of Metal stared at the three enemies who were quite busy at talking. Raising a hand, Mordekaiser used his Siphon of Destruction to catch the foes off guard. "Oh crap," the Prince of Demacia shouted as he ran away, "that's our signal! Go for it, Yi!"
The Wuju Bladesman nodded... before disappearing. Thresh latched his hook on Garen, but thanks to the heavy armor he wore, the Might of Demacia simply shrugged it off. Akali tossed one of her kamas straight at the Demacian's back, though nothing seemed to stop him from running away. Mordekaiser sighed as he saw the fleeing Demacians. He missed a good chance to get First Blood, but his blue buff was safe. The Master of Metal walked straight towards where the golems would be, now uninterested in the wolves-
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"...The golems..."
Akali felt her jaw hang loosely. Thresh scratched his head in confusion. Mordekaiser smashed his own face with a mace.
Master Yi had taken his blue buff. The three chasing the two Demacians were all part of his plan. Due to how dense the Master of Metal was, however, he decided to ask his fellow Shadow Isles buddy in a 'compassionate' voice,
"Where is the golem buff...?"
Thresh tilted his head, staring deep into the Master of Metal's soul as he said through clenched teeth, "The humans have taken it!" At this, Mordekaiser shook his head in disapproval as he angrily whispered back,
"You have failed me for the last time, Chain Warden... get them!"
"Uh," Akali asked as she raised a hand to catch the two's attentions, "I don't think it's time for you guys to be making Transformers references right now..."
Thresh went into the enemy's jungle with all of the speed he could muster up. Mordekaiser and Akali simply stood there, waiting to see what would happen next. After a few seconds passed, the Chain Warden came back with six cards stuck on his face and some bruises.
"Lord Megatron," Thresh announced as he barely managed to walk, "the humans have taken the other buff as well."
Mordekaiser raised an eyebrow at this. "Oh, well, that's bad- wait, how the heck are you still alive right now?! And don't call me 'Megatron!'"
The demented Warden took out his last Health Potion as he cackled, "Potions! They save more lives than wards could. Freakin' potions, man. Also, their Garen got Smite. Surrender at twenty."
"Dang," Mordekaiser muttered as he looked around with a dramatic expression, "is there anything we could do anymore?"
Akali grit her teeth as she growled, "How about we start moving?!"
Right when the Chain Warden tried to say something, a voice from the skies stated,
"Your turret has been destroyed!"
"HOLY CRAP," Thresh screamed as he put his hands on his head in realization, "I FORGOT ABOUT MY LANE."
Mordekaiser punched Thresh in the face, sending the Warden through the forest as he shouted, "IT'S LANING TIME FOR YOU, THEN!"
As the Shadow Isles denizen hastily left the forest, Akali looked up to Mordekaiser before she admitted, "Y'know, that actually felt pretty good-"
"Don't make me mid'."
Mordekaiser frantically swung his mace at the wolves in front of him. The beasts, however, were stronger than they looked. Its pack leader clawed at the iron man, who cringed in pure annoyance. With his Mace of Spades activated, he finished off the wolves in one shot.
"There. Now it's time for the wraiths."
While Master Yi was constantly making ganks, the Master of Metal made only one attempt to do so; a failed gank, to boot. He was far behind the Wuju Bladesman, but then again, he was at a disadvantage in every aspect. Mordekaiser twirled his mace in excitement as he met the wraiths, who seemed to be disturbed by his presence. With a single Siphon of Destruction, he caused every of the creatures to begin attacking him.
He constantly used his abilities to keep his armor up in the skirmish. Just when half of the leader's health went down, however, the wraith suddenly died without any warning. Raising an eyebrow, Mordekaiser muttered to himself, "What the heck...?"
He finished off the rest of the wraiths before proceeding to the Elder Lizard. On his way to the monster, he asked Clementine through telepathy, "Uh, summoner? My wraith just died without any reason. Did something happen?"
His summoner squeaked, "I smited it."
"You WHA-"
Mordekaiser sighed. There was no chance in winning the battle, anyway. Jarvan had gotten twenty-nine kills off of Heimerdinger, Thresh was too busy annoying his summoner, Akali was waiting for anything that entered the middle lane, and Nidalee was having trouble at the bottom lane. As he decided to stay calm, he told his summoner, "It's alright. Practice is everything. That's what they say, at least."
Clementine guiltily said to the iron man, "I... I really didn't mean to do that."
"I said it's alright. My word is final. Deal with it."
Just when he arrived at the Lizard, however, he met a familiar face he wanted to smash in.
"...Ah."
Master Yi stared at Mordekaiser, a devilish expression entering the iron man's face. Raising his mace high in the air, the Master of Metal swung his weapon at the Bladesman with all of his might as he roared, "Found you!"
His Mace of Spades was deceivingly useful against the Wuju Bladesman, who was caught off guard. Master Yi immediately turned his attention to Mordekaiser, extremely concerned about his health. He could beat the Master of Metal if he used all of his skills on the Shadow Isles champion. Just when he used his Alpha Strike, however, Mordekaiser suddenly used his Siphon of Destruction, completely missing Master Yi.
"Your skills are inferior," taunted the Wuju Bladesman as he reappeared before Mordekaiser. But just when he began to attack the steel champion, he noticed something; the Lizard Elder was gone. He turned back to see Mordekaiser, who had run away to the other side of the jungle. Giddy with his accomplishment, the Master of Metal laughed, "Hue hue hue hue hue hue hue hue hue. Hue hue hue hue hue hue hue."
As he initiated another battle with his jungle's wolves, he praised himself, "Why am I so awesome?" After clearing the monsters out, he leveled up. With his ultimate ability now up, Mordekaiser's eyes flashed. "Now is the time where I truly shine."
The Master of Metal headed to the bottom lane, where Nidalee fended off two champions at low health: Ashe (the Frost Archer) and Sona (the Maven of Strings). Most of the audience at the Battle Quarters found themselves spectating the women. An obvious reason because they were more aggressive than the men for some reason. Thanks to Thresh going to the top with Heimerdinger, the Beastial Huntress found herself cornered at her turret.
Mordekaiser hid inside the bush closest to the bottom lane in the river. Twirling his mace in hand, the Master of Metal asked Clementine, "Is the Smite back up?"
"Yes. Whenever you are ready, Lord Mordekaiser."
The Master of Metal grinned. With a fast start, the iron man sprinted towards the unsuspecting enemies with a Mace of Spades at hand. Nidalee saw this as a chance to recall back to her base, retreating as far as possible. Taken by surprise, Ashe used her Frost Arrow to freeze the Master of Metal. Had it been a normal situation, then Mordekaiser would've been pummeled to dust. His summoner, however, had prepared for this. Channeling her mind and energy, Clementine teleported the iron man away from the arrow and towards the Frost Archer. With the summoner spell, Flash, finally achieved, both she and Mordekaiser could do more wonders in the Summoner's Rift.
With a mighty swing, the Master of Metal smashed his mace on Ashe, who barely managed to stand on her feet. Sona quickly played her Crescendo, freezing Mordekaiser on his tracks. Just when the two feminine champions thought that they had gotten away, the Master of Metal woke up quicker than they had anticipated. He used his Twin Shadows to summon two ghostly figures that chased after the retreating fighters. The collision slowed Ashe and Sona down, allowing Mordekaiser to easily catch up with them.
"Ha ha ha," an excited iron man shouted with happiness, "selling those boots for this surely did help a lot!" When he thought over what he had said, the Master of Metal said to himself, "Wait, doesn't that mean that I was way behind...?"
Mordekaiser used his Creeping Death ability to shroud himself with a lethal cloud of metal shards. He then attacked the two enemy champions with his Siphon of Destruction, depleting much of their remaining health. If one could see his face at this moment, then they'd find themselves looking directly at the smile of Satan. "And here's the final blow," exclaimed Mordekaiser as he activated another Mace of Spades.
Just when he was about to attack, however, he felt his mighty foot collide against a deceivingly strong rock. The Master of Metal prevented himself from tripping, but he lost most of his balance. Spinning around as if he were imitating Garen, Mordekaiser attempted to smash Ashe with his mace. The Frost Archer quickly shot a volley of ice arrows at the iron man, who took no damage thanks to his rock-hard armor. Intent on finishing their game of cat-and-mouse, the Master of Metal swung his steel mace once more at the Archer.
He was stopped by Master Yi, who suddenly appeared out of the blue. Literally. With a golem buff at his disposal, the Wuju Bladesman saved the Freljordian champion by taking the blow for her. Mordekaiser's face cringed in annoyance, and he immediately found his next target. After recovering from the powerful attack, Master Yi stylishly swung his blade around him as he muttered,
"This will be... a harsh lesson."
Mordekaiser's grip on his morning star tightened. The iron man angrily growled back,
"So be it... Wuju Bladesman."
Master Yi dashed in with an Alpha Strike, expertly slashing the Master of Metal with his blade. Though he was dealt damage thanks to Ashe's arrows destroying his shield, Mordekaiser had no intentions on standing idly. He prepared another Mace of Spades, waiting for the Bladesman to appear. When Master Yi reappeared, blade in hand, the Master of Metal used his Creeping Death on himself before he hit his opponent. Unfazed by the massive damage he received, the Wuju Bladesman sent a barrage of slashes at the iron man.
Mordekaiser refused to fall. With a single Siphon of Destruction, the Master of Metal took out one-fourth of Master Yi's health. Both Mordekaiser and the Wuju Bladesman's fighting styles were completely different, but their extreme powers were clearly displayed in the battle. While the two fought, Sona Buvelle peaked behind a tree. She was waiting for a chance to help Master Yi with her powers, but something was preventing her from moving. Sona didn't know why, but there was something behind her unwillingness to help the Wuju Bladesman. After reassuring herself that everything would go well, the Maven of Strings hurried out of the tree to aid Master Yi.
With a sudden boost of speed, health and motivation, the Wuju Bladesman beamed happily. Preparing another Alpha Strike, Master Yi said to the iron man, "Looks like I win today, Mordekaiser."
The Master of Metal growled at the Bladesman's taunt, but he knew that it was his loss now that Yi's support came in. Raising his mace in a defensive stance, Mordekaiser prepared to retreat if possible.
And then something flew out of the trees. The object latched itself onto Master Yi's neck, silencing the Wuju Bladesman. Seeing this as a chance, Mordekaiser sent another Siphon of Destruction at his incapacitated foe. Preparing a decisive Mace of Spades, the Master of Metal swung his morning star and defeated the Wuju Bladesman.
Sona stood in horror. She began to back away from the iron man, but before she could move any further, something behind her caught her attention. Turning swiftly, the Maven of Strings found herself staring directly at none other than Thresh, the Chain Warden. His menacing smile gave her a hint about what he wanted to do- and what he was about to do.
"Oh yes," the Chain Warden reassured the terrified maven, "it's about to get much worse."
The Shadow Isles champion roared as he summoned five walls made out of his victims' souls and their agony. Confused on what to do, Sona began to play her strings, attacking the Chain Warden with aggressive tunes. Thresh jumped in (mock-) pain, clutching his stomach as he grumbled, "Ah, the sweet tones of misery..."
The Chain Warden stood by, waiting for the Master of Metal to do something. Mordekaiser noticed his comrade's intense stare. Raising an eyebrow, the iron man asked Thresh, "What?"
"Well, aren't you gonna do something?"
"Do what...?"
"You know," the Warden said with certainty in his voice, "that."
"...that what?"
"That."
Mordekaiser walked up to the Chain Warden. Patting Thresh's shoulder, the Master of Metal asked with a sweet, lovely voice and a kind expression smeared over his face,
"Thresh, would you like a knuckle sandwich?"
"Of course not! Ha ha ha!"
The two Shadow Isles champions laughed, leaving the Maven of Strings flabbergasted. As Thresh's Box began to disappear, the Chain Warden told the Master of Metal with a bruise on his face, "Y'know, I was talking about that thing you need to do. That... thing. Yeah- that thing!"
Mordekaiser froze. Of course. How could he forget about his discussion with Sona? "Of course... that..."
Walking up to the Maven of Strings, Mordekaiser placed his hands on the lady's shoulders. Shivering under his grasp, Sona looked up at the Master of Metal. Determination burning within his eyes, Mordekaiser asked the maven,
"Sona, I have thought deeply about this..."
"...but will you become one of my official *waifus?"
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...Wait, wha- oh.
(*Waifu – A term mostly used by otakus. It is used in place of 'wife,' mostly to show how much one loves a female character.
*Mordekaiser's Waifu – A term used only by the one and only Master of Metal. It is used in place of 'friend,' mostly because he's embarrassed to say 'friend' in the first place.)
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Everyone except for Mordekaiser and Sona froze. Jarvan (who was in a nearby brush), Thresh, the audience at the Battle Quarters... everyone. Time flew by as minions mindlessly attacked each other in the Summoner's Rift. After the awkward pause made by everyone's contribution of silence, Thresh broke the quiet atmosphere,
"...Well, I thought that you were trying to invite her to our Pentakill Legends competition, but hey, this sounds alright! And just to let you guys know, but I like pink."
Jarvan ran out of the bush he was in, heading away from the three as he cried out, "Wuaaaaaaaah! Why does Morde' get all of these unnecessarily juice moments?! I quit this match!"
Jarvan IV: the Prince of Demacia, the shining hope of Demacia, the man who unified Demacia, the inspiration of many Demacians alike.
Jarvan IV, the man who ran like a wimp.
While Mordekaiser shamelessly blabbered on about how much he wanted to hear Sona's strings that night, Thresh raised an eyebrow as he saw the Demacian prince retreat.
"And why the heck," the Chain Warden muttered with an amused look, "are you the one running away?"
That day, Mordekaiser won by a fluke. And that day, Mercedes spit his coffee when he heard of the news.
After the League match, Mordekaiser left the Rift with a grin on his face. He had (unfairly) beaten the enemy team as a Jungler. What else could he ask for that day? It was such a good setup for his incoming Pentakill Legends match with Thresh, who was absolutely horrible at the game. He also planned on going to the most dangerous Merry-Go-Round in Runeterra with Hecarim the next day, and if he felt generous enough, maybe spend some time digging graves to help ol' Yorick out.
Yes, he felt top-notch, making him unusually happy.
As he left the Battle Quarters, he saw someone running over to him. It was none other than his summoner.
"H-Hello, Lord Mordekaiser! You w-were indestructible this match!"
Mordekaiser chuckled. "Indeed. You have promising skills as a summoner. I expect to fight in more battles alongside with you."
The Master of Metal flicked the girl's forehead, catching her off guard. "Now," the iron man said, "go tell Mercedes that I'm never going to the jungle again. Unless it's for a quick round of Wraiths."
Clementine nodded as she rubbed her forehead. With a small smile, the orange-haired summoner quietly skipped away, satisfied with her impression on the Master of Metal. Mordekaiser felt some satisfaction in making her feel a little better. After all, her attitude seemed to brighten after the match. She-
Wait a second, what on Runeterra am I turning into? Captain Demacia?
The Master of Metal shook his head. Yes, he helped Clementine, the absolutely childish summoner that lacked awesomeness. Hopefully, she would learn how to become awesome like him.
"Well, I still have some time," muttered Mordekaiser after a deep sigh. "Time to decapitate some lifeless paladins with video games."
Meanwhile, Karthus took a crap in a restroom. His first crap in a month. And yes, he was constipated.
Author's Notes:
That...was actually an interesting chapter. In return for taking out some pointlessly violent scenes, I think I revived some of the humor this fic had (or maybe improve).
The school days have returned! From now on, updates will have stranger release dates. Go read some 100-chapter fan-fictions or something while I'm at it. Durdurdur. And yes, that Marai was not Nami. It's for the plot. -ish. If this fic even has any.
Next chapter: "Live Action! Defender of Tomorrow!"
Get ready for (by far) the most random chapter I've ever thought of. Don't sue me for being stupid.