The menacing peak of the large mountain projected into the sky like a vanguard, watching over it's people at all times. The dim torch light shown into the sky illuminating small patches of rock and mortar. The sky seemed to hang frozen in time, the moon casting it's radiant light over the shallow plains of the city. There was an eerie stench to this place, a smell of pure filth and human waste. The sound of flowing water was apparent as the footsteps drew closer to the large stone wall that encompassed the city. This was Noxus, this was a death sentence.

'Why am I here?' Irelia stood quietly, her back pressed tightly against the wall. Talon's shadowy figure rested only a few yards away, his eyes scanning the peak of the wall for any sign of life. After 15 minutes of sheer silence Talon moved. Without a single word he clutched the two large dagger between his fingers. Scanning the wall one last time he focused, the runes in the daggers glowing brightly.

There was a crash, followed by the sound of falling rock. A few seconds passed and then another crash. Talon forced his daggers heavily against the rock wall, slowly making his ascension. Irelia looked on in disbelief at the physical power the man possessed. For someone of his size it was unreasonable to even attempt such a task, but with each passing second he made more and more progress. 'What am I to do?' Irelia passed the thoughts through her mind, trying to find a way to make a similar ascension. Her blades whirled silently around her head. 'That's it!' Focusing her mind she willed the blades into motion, throwing them one by one towards the stone face in front of her. The blades embedded into the wall easily creating simple handholds, and before she knew it, Irelia was halfway up the wall.

Talon looked back, not afraid of the height that he was at. As he caught sight of Irelia's figure moving steadily up he smirked. His body was tired, his muscles burning and cramping. 'I have to keep moving.' The inward command that controlled each muscle and fiber of his body. Every second his body told him to give up, to fall from the wall. Nearly 50 feet in the air his body began to crumble, but with every ounce of energy in his mind he commanded his arms to keep moving.

As Irelia examined Talon's climb she felt an overwhelming sense of fear. For the past 10 minutes his rate of ascension had slowed drastically. 'His body can't handle this. He's breaking down.' The thought leapt through her mind in joy, but as the image of his limp body falling lifelessly to the ground 50 feet below she felt an overwhelming sense of nausea. Her stomach twisted at the thought of the sound of his bones shattering on the ground. 'He won't give up.' She tried to reassure herself, but it was useless.

With one last push of energy he grabbed the edge of the wall, his grip drastically weak. As he tried to hold on he felt his hand slipping. His body trembled as he felt fatigue overwhelm him, his eyes becoming heavy from mental stress. As he tried to force his eyes open the sensation of falling overtook him, his body went limp, and then there was darkness.

"Talon!" Irelia's eyes went wide as the body fell from above.

Glancing around quickly she tried to find a way to catch the man, but there was nothing. Reaching her arm out quickly she caught the fabric of his shirt, gripping it deathly tight. The weight overtook her, causing her to be pulled heavily down. The blade sliced into her hand hard as the added weight of the unconscious man dangled from her fingertips. 'Why are you doing this?' her mind asked the question as she struggled to keep hold of him. 'He's the enemy.' With each second the thought festered in her head. 'Let him fall.' She gritted her teeth in agony as the blade cut more deeply into her hand. 'Let go.' The pain was growing by the second but she refused to let go. 'How can I go further with his weight on my shoulders.' She searched for a way to climb, but Talon's body made it impossible to move.

Her mind was racing through every possibility as she desperately looked for a way. A few feet up and to the right rested a small ledge. With every muscle in her body and mind she struggled to pull the man's body up, the weight straining her arm drastically. Her eyes shut tight as she concentrated. Her blades took the command moving on their own creating small ledge for her to stand on. As she heaved upward she brought Talon's body to rest over her shoulder. Moving slowly she moved her blades once more creating small platforms to step up. As she came closer and closer to the ledge the weight on her shoulders grew heavier. With one last surge of strength she tossed Talon's body forward.

The dead weight met it's mark landing on the stone ledge and coming to a stop. As Irelia stepped forward she examined the man more closely. He showed no signs of physical injury yet his muscles were tensed. His brow sweaty, his breathing sporadic.

"Talon, wake up!" her voice was angry and worried at the same time.

She shook him heavily but he would not wake. 'What can I do?' Her mind was racing again. Looking upward there was only 10 feet left to climb. 'Leave him behind.' Her mind tried to sway her, but she expelled the thought. Clutching his body once more she returned the it to the position over her shoulder. Her blades shot into the wall again creating the familiar handholds she'd used earlier. As she gripped the first blade she felt it tear into her flesh. 'Leave him behind!.' Her body was forced forward by an inward resolve, an instinct that told her to survive. With each new handhold the blades would cut further, her hands becoming stained crimson. As she reached the top of the wall she heaved Talon over, his body resting softly next to the edge. She exhaled, exhausted from her endeavor. With the last ounce of energy in her body she brought her own body over the edge. As she stood she felt the exhaustion overtake her, falling heavily at Talon's side, sleep an inevitable specter upon her conscious.

There was no light, the darkness of night was joined by an unworldly silence. There were footsteps and muffled shouts; torch light passing by the windows unpredictably. 'Where am I?' Her mind began to fall into despair at the scenarios. 'Have I been caught? What will they do to me? Where is Talon?" So many things passed through her mind all at once. The footsteps sounded again as she felt the despair hit her with full for force.

"No sign of them!" A man's voice rang through the silence.

"Not a sign here either!" Another man's voice called from a distance.

"Get down." A faint whisper came to Irelia's ear.

She now sat huddled near the window peering out, a ray of light now moving toward her exposed face. She was yanked to the ground heavily by something in the dark. 'Who is this.' Her mind struggled to find an answer to any of the questions flowed through her head.

"Stay down." Another whisper slightly louder and angry.

As she turned her gaze to the figure in the dark she recognized the heavy gauntlet that hung from his right arm, the smooth silver of the blade shining in the pale moonlight. His rugged form appeared as only a silhouette in the dark; his eyes piercing through the darkness. His hood was pulled neatly over his head, his body crouched into a pouncing position.

"Where are we."

There were footsteps from outside, and then silence. The man's body tensed slightly as the light came closer. Seconds moved like hours in that moment.

One second, "Did you hear that?" The voices came from the alley.

Two seconds, "It came from over here." The footsteps drew nearer.

Three seconds, "Look through that window!" The commanding voice was followed with a rustling of metal cans.

Four seconds, there was silence once more. As the light invaded the window the man's body twisted into impossible shapes, as if a shadow being bent by light. There was a scream, the crimson pouring forth from some invisible point. Time seemed to leap forward as the dead body was tossed to the side, it's throat spurting blood. The shadow leapt forward seizing another man by his head before snapping it hard to one side. The sound of bones breaking rang through the still air.

"Over here!" There was a yell from down the alley as the shadow raced forward.

There was a soft silver trail as the blade swung sideways striking the man heavily across his torso, splitting the flesh easily as it arced. There was another scream as the body fell to the ground. Three guards emerged from around the rear corner, raising there weapons into striking position. The shadow turned once more, his eyes glowing red. Without a moments hesitation it shot forward, disappearing quickly before reappearing, the silver of the blade coated crimson as it was thrust through the middle guard. Throwing the body sideways quickly the shadow countered an incoming swipe. The guards body fell heavily into his companion, knocking him heavily to the ground.

There was silence, all 3 guards falling to the ground quickly. The spray of crimson coated the walls. The air was still 'Who is this?' the thought circulated through her head as her breathing intensified. The shadow turned one more time, looking at the girl intently, the red glow in it's eyes dying.

The light shone across the dark purple of his clothing as he walked, his blade dripping blood as he passed. Her eyes widened in horror. The assassin stood in front of her, his eyes gray, his face stony.