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Chapter 21: Storm Clouds
Irelia's face contorted into an expression of disgust after catching a nose full of the drunken exile's breath. "Dear Gods!" Irelia exhaled and shook her head while cringing, trying not to gag. The Captain brought up a hand and turned Riven's face forwards so the Noxian would cease from breathing on her as she held the stumbling woman up from falling over. As strong as Irelia was, Riven was starting to feel heavy on her shoulders. Riven's height, however, was making this easier, which pleased Irelia to an extent. Regardless, Irelia simply just wanted to get Riven home before any bystanders witnessed a drunk Champion of the Institute of War being toted down the street. Foolish...Irresponsible...Ugh! Irelia grumbled as her thoughts of the situation rolled through her head.
"Tor was right," Riven slurred, words still being difficult to enunciate. The exile elevated herself a bit, turning her head and pressing the lower half of her face into the Captain's silken black hair. Not wishing to crush her own nose into Irelia's skull, Riven lifted her head high enough to where her nose rest atop the smooth curve of the Captain's head. "You're beautiful...Even when you're angry," Riven took a deep breath and sighed.
A flush, brighter than the chilled red flesh of the Captain's face, painted across her face. An unwelcome shiver ran down Irelia's spine as the exile's exhale from her nose wove through the strands of her hair and tickled the tender skin of her scalp beneath. "Stop..." Irelia mumbled.
"No...Like really I don't shink you undershtand...like...you're shooper attractive...ugh...I can't even..." Riven's knees gave way as the exile felt like she was going to pass out.
"Riven, please!" Irelia struggled to hold the Noxian up from collapsing and taking her to the ground with her.
Riven tried to catch herself, merely stumbling forwards and tripping onto the worn trail leading up to Irelia's front door.
The Captain sighed deeply while Riven silently laid there for a couple moments.
Riven slowly attempted to get up from the ground, the front of her jacket muddy from the tumble. The exile managed to get up slowly and sat on her heals. The low rumbling of thunder could be heard in the far distance as Riven tilted her head back, her face to the young evening sky above. After taking a deep breath Riven dropped her head back down. "What am I doing, Irelia?" Riven mumbled, "I'm...so far gone...I won't pass the new judgement, Irelia...Shlipping back into the dark may be the way for me..."
"You're speaking nonsense, Riven," Irelia frowned. The Captain sighed deeply and knelt down next to Riven. She could feel the exile's shakes as her arm came to rest over the strong shoulders of the one person who continued to show signs of waning victory over her problems. She knows Riven can't do this herself.
Riven's tired and worn crimson eyes shifted towards the Ionian Champion at her side as she felt her shoulder press into Irelia's upper shoulder and chest. Feeling the Captain's cheek pressed upon her head, Riven knew Irelia was trying to be comforting through something that wasn't her words, which was a change of pace she more than welcomed. Her head continued to swim as she leaned against the Captain, "I'm shorry..." Riven whispered.
"Don't apologize... you're suffering...but you're stronger than the bottle, Riven, and you're stronger than this...you've come too far to throw it all away now," Irelia's words were absolute. "It's not going to be easy, but you can make it through this." Irelia crinkled her nose and squinted her eyes as a droplet of rain landed on her. The Captain shook the exile a bit to retain Riven's drunken attention, "the storm clouds are moving in," her voice tender as she looked up at the sky when another roll of thunder reverberated in the distant air, "come on, let's get inside before you get soaked to." Irelia held open her left hand to the exile.
Riven didn't hesitate to lace her worn and beaten fingers through the slender fingers of the Captain's hand as she leaned on Irelia to get up upon her feet again. Irelia's fingers were frigid against hers, "Irelia...Why did you...storm out in the cold and rain...you're freezing..." Riven was actually sounded worried. Irelia could get sick doing things like that.
Irelia didn't really say anything as first, simply trying to lead Riven indoors before the rain started to pour again. "Let's get inside before the storm hits."
Once inside, Irelia looked at Riven as she managed to get the exile to the guest room. "Are you able to stand?" Irelia asked gently.
Riven nodded and stood quietly, wobbling every now and then as she tried to fight for balance. "Now would be a good time to teach me what it means to find balance..." Riven teased, a semi-drunken smile upon her lips.
A slight smile pulled at a corner of Irelia's mouth before she shook her head and chuckled, "your jacket is a mess..." The Captain quietly stepped up to the settling Noxian. Reaching up to take hold of the jacket's zipper, Irelia gently pulled at the zipper, exposing the cream white cotton turtle neck shirt beneath.
The small smile upon Riven's lips lingered as Irelia grabbed at the jacket and the exile rolled her shoulders back so the dirty clothing could be removed. She watched Irelia closely as the Captain rolled the jacket in her arms. The exile's smile began to fade after Irelia turned away with the jacket to depart the room. "Irelia...?"
The Captain paused in the doorway, not looking back at Riven.
"Please stay..." Riven felt her head lower once Irelia continued to depart the room with the dirty jacket Riven had gotten as a gift from Luxanna. When Irelia left the room, Riven did nothing but sit down and fall back onto the bedding she had started to somewhat miss while she was trapped in the clinic. The subtle green glow cast through the room from her rune blade was comforting as she reached out to touch the stone flat of the sword. Often times she wondered if her finger tips were as rough as the stone itself. Riven didn't bother to change out of her clothing while she lay there, drunk haze still settling over her even if her ability to speak was getting better. Tor had been right, the alcohol was burning off, but not as fast as the exile would have hoped. She still felt rather impaired. Riven tilted her head back and took a deep breath, relaxing while lying on the floor lazily, finger tips still resting against the stone blade. Riven sighed and closed her eyes. The change in lighting within the room indicated that a shadow hovered close. One crimson eye peeked open lazily to find Irelia, dressed in clean and dry black silk pants and a tied closed black silk top with gold trim. "You came back..."
Irelia continued to dry her long and thick ebony locks with a towel as she sat down next to the rune blade like she had in the past. "I mean, surely you didn't expect me to stay in those wet clothes did you?"
"Ha..." Riven rolled her eyes closed and straightened her head back out upon her pillow, her face no longer facing Irelia, "of course not, you would have stripped down I'm sure."
An annoyed look sat on the Captain's face as her eyes rolled to look at the Noxian, "and sit in here naked?"
"I wouldn't complain any," Riven replied, eyes still closed and body still relaxed. She knew Irelia's face was as red as her Captain's uniform.
A flustered blush burned into the Captain's cheeks, "so drunk," she muttered under her own breath. Emerald irises flicked to the Noxian sprawled out on the floor before her as a deep chuckle caught her attention. Irelia's attention shifted to the exile's right hand as it moved from the stone blade and laid offered before her.
A smirk curled upon Riven's lips as she felt the Captain's hand touch hers. Riven quickly grabbed onto the unsuspecting Ionian woman's wrist as she yanked Irelia forward.
Irelia gasped as Riven caught her off guard and pulled her forward. Irelia's face grew bright as she found herself wrapped up in the strong arms of the Noxian exile. Riven's body was warm against her back as Riven laid behind her. "No!" Irelia commanded the four blades reacting to Riven's action to stop as the prepared to strike. The ringing and whining of the steel was loud as they quivered in restraint, their master staring down the blades as they submitted to her will.
"That weapon of yours dislikes me," Riven whispered into the back of Irelia's head as the exile nuzzled her and rest her chin upon the Captain's head. Riven pulled Irelia closer, spooning the tense Ionian. "I do not fear it, despite the Noxian war tales," Riven mumbled softly, "because I know its master does not fear me nor wish me dead."
"Why do you do this to me...Riven?" Irelia's voice sounded strained and her body was tight as she laid there with the exile. "Why must you test its discipline...?"
"It's discipline...or yours?" Riven whispered.
"Please, release me..." Irelia asked.
"Just so you can leave again...?" Riven sighed deeply as she loosed her arms to let the Ionian Champion go. Riven finally opened her eyes as she felt a weight rest upon her left shoulder and a body pressed up against her side.
"I'm sorry I left you there," Irelia's voice was quiet. "I didn't want to, believe me, I didn't want to, Riven..."
"Ionia needed its champion, Irelia, I am sorry I made you feel like you had to choose," Riven soothed the Captain, "it wasn't fair of me. I to know how it feels to make sacrifices for your homeland."
Irelia simply laid there in silence, the blades behind her starting to settle. What was she doing? Laying here...cuddled up against RIVEN.A NOXIAN. No...Riven was more than just a Noxian...Riven was also an Institute Champion...and...And...A WOMAN. A woman that clearly wanted more than Irelia understood how to give at this moment. The heartbeat beneath her was steady, as was the rising and falling of the exile's chest. Had Riven fallen asleep? Or did the alcohol finally knock the exile out for the night through hungover exhaustion? Irelia continued to lay there, wondering if getting up would disturb Riven from her slumber. Should she leave? Irelia didn't know what do to, so she laid there longer. Emerald orbs quietly shifted up to the gentle pulsing rune glow from the blade propped up against the wall, Riven between her and the broken weapon. The soft glow was oddly comforting, despite its presence feeling ominous at times, as Irelia listened in on the beating heart under her ear once more.
"So...What's your story?" Riven's voice almost sounded raspy, "why are you the way you are?"
Irelia lifted her head from Riven's shoulder quietly, propping herself up on her forearm and looked at Riven's face.
The exile's head was still laid back and her eyes still closed.
"Does me laying here comfort you?" Irelia diverted the question away from herself.
Riven's eyes rolled open and she sat up slightly, "why is it always about me, Irelia? You know what you need to know about me, yet, I lay here with someone that just gets to me, makes me talk, makes me feel better in general about being my awful self and I know nothing of her..."
"I'm not very interesting." Irelia simply laid her head back down on Riven's shoulder and closed her eyes. She was feeling confused and just wanted to let it go and sleep it off.
"Alright..." Riven mumbled softly and laid back when Irelia pressed her head back against her shoulder. For a good while, Riven laid there and tried to relax. Why was Irelia such a mystery? Crimson irises slowly shifted to the weapon that never left the Captain's side. The blades laid upon the floor behind Irelia's back, completely still, just like they had when the Captain had collapsed in her room back in the Institute. The exile quietly stretched out her arm, trying not to disturb Irelia, and gently touched the resting Ionian steel. Riven's brow furrowed as her finger tips silently ran along the edge of the steel. It felt warm. How odd for a weapon that never was pressed up against a source of heat. "Ah..." Riven pulled her fingers away as she nicked herself by accident upon the edge. Riven looked at her finger as the crimson droplet started to collect outside her skin. She retracted her hand away as her eyes shifted from the blood to the ceiling when heavy rain started to beat down upon the roof above.
"Commander!"
She knew that voice...
"Commander, ma'am, please listen!"
My second Lieutenant...
"Riven! Stop!" Kyler shouted over the torrential downpour of the thundering storm, grabbing onto the armored shoulder of the woman in front of him.
Riven furiously turned around and glared at her Lieutenant, "what!?" She barked over the rain.
"Ma'am, we've been walking for days! The soldiers are tired and have done nothing but see death and decay all along the way! It's demoralizing them, Commander, we need to stop and rest."
"Our orders are to catch up to the front, Second Lieutenant! This company stops for nothing until we get there!" Riven shouted at him.
The large man standing next to the Commander simply stood there in the rain with his arms crossed.
Kyler's eyes looked at the First Lieutenant then back at the Commander, "so it's true," Kyler took steps back away, "you've lost your damn mind! You're going to get us all killed! We mean nothing to you! I mean, how could we right? Not even your brother meant anythi- OOF!" Kyler lost his breath as a shoulder drove into his stomach and he was tackled into the mud. Lightning crackled as the thunder roared across the sky above and an armored fist struck his face.
"You insubordinate son of a bitch!" Riven yelled over the rain and prepared to hit him again. Before she could strike him, a large hand grabbed her wrist and pulled her off of the grounded Second Lieutenant. "Release me!" Riven shouted as large arms wrapped around her arms and chest and held her back.
"Commander," the man's voice was deep.
Riven looked out upon the faces of her soldiers standing only feet away. The lightning wasn't enough to see their faces or expressions as she tried to calm herself.
"They will follow you, until they die, and even then, we will always serve Fury Company," First Lieutenant Borya said as he set his Commander down and released her.
Kyler sat there in the mud with his hand held up against his face to hold his presumed to be broken nose. He looked up as his Commanding officer stood over him. His eyes shifted to the offered hand before him. Kyler grabbed it and was pulled up from the ground.
"When the storm clears, we will rest," Riven looked at him.
He simply nodded.
Riven laid there in quietly as the rain continued to pour outside. She blinked as a voice could be heard, but this one was not one of hers.
"F-Father..."
Riven lifted her head realizing it was Irelia. She raised a brow as she felt the body next to her press closer.
"Please...don't leave...us..."
Riven's confused expression faded as she watched a tear roll down the Captain's face. The exile quietly wiped it away and watched for moments longer to see if she would say more. It seems that she was not the only one haunted by nightmares. Riven tilted her head back and tried to get comfortable. The pounding rain and howling wind was unrelenting outside as she closed her eyes.
"Commander, we've been marching for days with little to no breaks," the large man's voice was deep. The natural power behind it seemed to slightly falter from hints of exhaustion, "Our soldiers need to rest, even if it is for a short while."
"We have our orders, First Lieutenant," the Commanding Officer replied flatly and continued to walk. "We are to catch up with the 42nd Standard and regroup to prepare for the final push on The Placidium. After the capital falls, then we can go home and everyone can rest to their heart's content, but for now, sleep is reserved for the dead."
The ground made a sickening squelch as the Company continued to march onward through the thick fog that consumed the landscape and horizon. A slight wave of nausea rolled deep within the pit of the Commander's stomach as the realization that the grime caking her boots was not the result of rain water. The amount of Noxian uniforms that lay among the scattered corpses was alarming. The Fury Company Commander could feel the demoralizing effect it had on her men with every blood stained crest of Noxus they passed. Riven started to feel her own fatigue toy at her knees as the Company approached what looked like the remains of a small village. The stamping boots of the soldiers ceased when the Commander stopped walking.
The men looked weary as they stood in the fog. The decimated remains of the buildings creaked eerily with the wind. The Commander's crimson eyes quietly scanned over their surroundings from behind her helmet's face mask. Riven's armor clinked in the silence as her free hand unlatched the armored face plate and pulled it up. "First Lieutenant," she called out.
The large man walked up to the Commander and stood at attention next to her, "Ma'am?"
"Five hours, no more, no less," she said flatly, "Give the order."
"Yes, Commander," the man turned and looked out at the many faces of Fury Company. "Alright, you grunts, the Commander granted you the gift of rest! Five hours gives you until daybreak. Use your time wisely. That is all."
A wave of relief seemed to wash through the entire Company as the First Lieutenant gave the orders.
The surrounding world seemed to go completely silent as the Commander stood completely still, intently staring into the fog.
The sundered buildings of the small Ionian town groaned in the fog as Noxian soldiers began to find places to rest. Riven sat down quietly away from most of the Company as they occupied the battered remains. It was clear there was a fight here and the body count approaching the wreckage was justification to her thoughts.
"It has been heavy on all of our minds, Commander," Borya quietly sat down next to his Commanding officer.
Riven didn't say anything. The Commander simply continued to stare out into the fog. She could feel the fatigue once she sat down.
Borya was much larger than his Commander as he sat there quietly with her for a short while. "I have three young daughters back in Noxus."
Riven's eyes shifted up to her First Lieutenant. After a couple moments she turned her head back forward, "How old are they?"
"Eight, four and two," Borya slipped a smile, "and they are the pride of my life, especially my middle child."
"Promising?" Riven's eyes shifted to the man's large exposed forearm. Three small red hand prints lined evenly across the inside of the First Lieutenant's forearm caught her attention. Tattoos of his daughter's hands perhaps?
"Very," he chuckled, "maybe Rian could be like you one day, Commander," Borya shook Riven's shoulder in a tight grip.
Riven pulled her shoulder away, "I hope not."
"Ah, lighten up, Riven. Leaders have to make hard choices for the betterment of the one's looking to them for guidance. I do not hold your brother's death above your head nor let it muddle my thoughts of you any. I know there are still others in Fury Company that do, but they wouldn't dare question your command. They are still alive."
Both Riven and Borya turned their heads as three figures started to manifest in the fog. One of the figures was hunched over, the arm of the one next to them seemed to be holding down the stumbling figure.
"Ours?" Borya questioned as both he and Riven stood up and approached the figures, "perhaps an injury to a scout?"
"Who knows?" Riven said flatly as she recognized the faces of her scout and second Lieutenant.
"Stop your squirming, rat!" Kyler shouted at the detained young Ionian girl and shoved her forward.
The Commander raised a brow as the young girl stumbled forward, hands bound, and splashed into the mud just at Riven's feet.
The girl was slow to get up, her head lifting slightly to see the muddy iron boots only inches from her. She groaned slightly as she struggled to get to her knees, hair and face covered in mud from being shoved forward. She didn't dare raise her head to look at the Commander, eyes still focused on the toes of Riven's boots. She made no sound as a fistful of her hair was taken and her head was yanked back, forcing her to look up at the Commander.
"You will look up to the ones that are stronger than you, worm!" Kyler growled as he held the girl's head back.
A glare filled with rage and anger bore into the neutral eyes of crimson as the Commander's eyes shifted down to meet the girl's sea green orbs. Riven raised her hand at her Second Lieutenant, "Kyler, this is merely a child. Release her hair."
"A child!?" Kyler shouted, "Look at those eyes. She fucking hates us! They all do! Child or not, that is a soldier, Commander! She will slit your throat when you turn away."
"Let. Her. Go," Riven glared at Kyler until he released the girl's hair. Riven knelt down to look at the young girl face to face, "where did you find her?" The Commander's eyes shifted up to her scout.
The scout opened her mouth only to be cut off by the Second Lieutenant before she could make a sound.
"Snooping around the outskirts of the wreckage, like the little spy that she is!" Kyler spat, "probably counting the heads of our Company no doubt."
"Enough, Kyler," Borya's voice was bold. The First Lieutenant looked down at Riven, who was still looking at the young Ionian, "Commander, what do you propose we do?"
"She is unarmed," Riven said flatly, "likely a displaced civilian from this very village." Riven's expression didn't change, despite the nasty look she was receiving from the young girl. Riven couldn't blame her for it. Noxians were destroying her people and home, to them, all Noxians were the same monstrous murderers. "Borya."
"Ma'am?" The First Lieutenant responded.
"What is your opinion in this matter?" Riven asked.
"I have two, ma'am."
"And they are?" Riven turned her head and looked up at Borya.
"This is a territory unknown to us as a unit. The fog is thick and the reports from the front stated at the Ionian resistance here was much smaller than expected. Less than half of the numbers to be exact. However despite the field reports, this girl is a soft compromise, and with how the Ionians have been applying their warfare, we as a Company are alone and exhausted with back up miles out. This is their territory and if they play it the way they have been, they will pick off the stragglers like starving wolves," Borya shot a look at the Second Lieutenant who butted in before he could continue.
"Noxian military engagement protocol clearly states that ANY form of compromise to a unit must be terminated!" Kyler interrupted but shut his mouth after his say once seeing the look Borya was giving.
"My second opinion is this is the Noxian military, and you are my Commander. I will do as I am fucking told and you are the boss, Riven, and stand by your orders," Borya nodded his head.
Riven's eyes shifted back to the glaring Ionian. She stood back up from the ground, "cut her loose."
"Commander! You can't be serious! We don't know how many of them are out there!" Kyler retorted.
"Neither I, nor this Company, will spill anymore unarmed civilian blood," Riven stepped up to her Second Lieutenant and stared him down, "release her," Riven growled.
"You're making a mistake, Commander," Kyler grumbled as he drew his knife to cut the ropes free of the girl's wrists, "and you're growing soft."
"I am your superior!" Riven shouted, "And I will not be labeled a child killer! Compromised or not, if they are out there watching, killing a child will only fuel their rage and means of fighting back even more!"
The Second Lieutenant sneered as he took hold of the rope and sliced it free of the Ionian girl and released her. He stood back up straight and glared furiously as Riven, "I'll give her a ten second head start. After that," Kyler's eyes narrowed, "I'll do what my spineless Commander couldn't."
"You defy me," Riven got into Kyler's face,"and I'll end you before you catch her."
Kyler held the Commander's glare, "one."
Riven didn't budge.
"Two."
The girl looked at her hands and up at the two Noxian's staring one another down.
"Three."
The girl's eyes shifted to Borya.
"Four."
The First Lieutenant cocked his head off away from the town, gesturing her that she was free.
"Five."
The girl looked back at the Commander that spared her and the counting man standing before her.
"Six."
She got up and started to run.
"Seven!" Kyler drove his fist into Riven's side and turned to chase down the fleeing Ionian, "I will not die for your poor judgement, Riven!"
Riven dropped down to a knee as a result of the blow and being taken completely off guard by it. Riven threw her hand up to halt the cocked bow of the scout aiming at Kyler, "no, he's mine." Riven got up and chased in pursuit as the Ionian and Kyler vanished into the thick fog.
"Sonya," Borya looked at the ranger standing near him.
Sonya looked at him.
"Gather the Company," Borya said as he followed Riven.
The scout nodded and ran back towards the resting soldiers.
Riven slowed down, seeing Kyler standing still, "Kyler!" She barked and stormed forward, "move another step and I may not over look this insubordina- Riven froze.
The head of her Lieutenant rolled free of his shoulders and his body collapsed forward into the mud.
The world seemed to be in slow motion as shocked crimson eyes watched the corpse of her soldier fall to the ground. Riven could feel her heart in her ears from the adrenaline and fear. Her breath was heavy as her gaze shifted up to the Ionian girl she spared standing before the corpse, stance low and eyes still filled with rage.
Before Riven could even comprehend the situation, a swift gust blew just passed her head. A flaring pain shot through her face and neck as the arrow sliced through her cheek and shot the helmet from her head. Riven turned in the direction of the missed shot meant for her head and collapsed down into the ground before the archer could take another shot from the fog. She could hear it, the roars of the approaching Ionian resistance screaming through the fog.
Ambush...
"Commander!" Borya shouted.
An arrow whistled passed her and struck the girl who killed her Second Lieutenant. Riven watched the young Ionian look down at the projectile in her chest and fall backward as the charging Ionian resistance manifested in the fog. Riven got up quickly only to find a hand gripping her ankle. Riven grunted as she was pulled back down to the ground and what she had thought to be a corpse rolled on top of her. The Commander gripped screaming man's wrist as he tried to drive a crude knife down into her throat. At this point she could hear the shouts of her own soldiers approaching. Riven grit her teeth as the man leaned his weight into trying to sheath that blade into her, struggling to overpower him.
The man had the same rage filled glare the young girl had given her before as he leaned in closer.
Riven spit in the man's eye, causing him to flinch. In that time, Riven back handed him with her iron gauntlet and rolled over to sit atop him. The Commander leaned back at the Ionian man wildly swung his knife at her. Once he missed, Riven cocked her arm back and shouted, driving her armored fist down into the man's face. Despite the cracking sound, she could feel the bone's beneath her fist caving in. There was no doubt he would never get up again after that blow. Riven didn't bother to look down at the man after pulling her bloody knuckles free from his face and got up as Fury Company charged passed her from behind. Just how long had the Ionian's been waiting? Laying among the dead, waiting for the perfect time to wipe out an unsuspecting Noxian unit. There were many unanswered questions Riven had, but there was one thing the Commander did know about the situation. Fury Company was horribly out numbered.
"Commander," Borya stood next to her as the front of her unit clashed with the resistance, "orders?"
Riven seemed shell shocked as she watched both Noxian and Ionian warriors scream and fight to survive.
"Ma'am!"
Riven snapped out of it as Borya continued to shout at her.
"Orders, Riven!?"
"Fall back..." she mumbled.
"Ma'am?"
"Command the second line to fall back!" Riven yelled and started to back away.
"Aie, Captain! Rangers provide cover! Second line fall back! Fall back to the ruins!" Borya shouted as soldiers began to retreat.
Riven sprinted to the middle of the decimated remains and looked up at the sky. The fog was starting to clear and this was a valley surrounded by hills. Please... Riven begged in her mind as she hoisted the distress flare above her head, do not let this mistake cost my Company their lives... Riven struck the flare. The flare blazed a bright red as it shot up high into the air above. Surely someone from higher ground may see it. Noxians don't leave others behind.
"Commander," Borya huffed, covered in blood that was not his, "we are holding them off but barely. We need a plan..."
"The plan is to fight until help arrives, my friend, and if it does not before we die," Riven put her hand on her First Lieutenant's shoulder, "then let the Ionian's pass down the story of Fury Company in their Legends and give them a battle they'll never forget."
"Yes, Commander! PERPETUA VICTORIA! REMEMBER THIS DAY, IONIA!" Borya roared as he turned to charge into the fray, his Commander at his side and the glare of the red flare lighting the battlefield from above.
The warriors of Fury Company shouted in new found strength as they fed off the energy of their Commanders and charged back forward with their leaders.
Rune blade drawn, in all its glory, Riven roared as she continued to charge the resistance, her soldiers, her family, at her heels. A look of confusion took hold of Riven's expression as the sound of whistling could be heard high above. Both Fury Company and the Ionians stopped their charge as the whistling became louder.
"What in the name of the God's is that?" Borya looked up at the sky.
She could see it. The source of the sound streaking green across the sky. "Run..." Riven turned to see her soldiers looking up in confusion, "RUN!" Riven shouted as it struck the ground between Fury Company and the Ionian force from the explosion threw both Riven forward from behind and knocked fighters from both sides to the ground. Riven rolled onto her back and looked at the place where the bomb had struck. A sickly wall of green mist now between Fury Company and the scattering Ionians.
Melters... Riven looked back up as more whistling could be heard.
"It's the Zaunites!" A soldier cheered and it ignited a chain reaction of celebration among the Company, "we have back up!"
They are not going to save us...
Riven covered her head as more explosions went off around her, striking both Ionian and Noxian alike. A look of horror took hold of her face as horrendous pain filled screams could be heard through the green mist replacing the clearing fog. Riven coughed harshly as the air burned her throat and lungs and her eyes blinded from her watering eyes. Riven tried to wipe the tears away as her eyes continued to sting and water uncontrollably as she stood up. She could still hear it, the whistling of more incoming chemical weaponry and screaming of both sides through the fading ring in her ears. The burning sensation in her left arm elicited a pain filled yelp as Riven looked down at the melting armor of her arm through blurred eyes. She tried to rip the armor free from her body as the chemicals ate through the metal and began to touch her skin. Riven watched in horror as the chemicals ate at her skin. The Commander looked around at the stumbling soldiers ripping away at the skin of their bodies and faces and people running through the sickly green haze. Riven looked up as more whistling filled the air over the screaming.
We're finished...No Escape...For any of us...
Riven leaned back on her heels and looked up.
Riven!
The whistling grew louder.
Riven!
"RIVEN! DON'T!"
Thunder roared.