"Put some clothes on, you nincompoop." -Dr. Manhattan
"No, I am not going to that stupid beach again."
"Oh, come on, Morde'. Don't be like that."
Mordekaiser, the Master of Metal, stared at his television screen with a controller in his hands. He stoically told Vi, who was sitting next to him with another controller,
"Going there once was bad enough. Going twice would be the death of me."
"Hah... Fine, then. Suit yourself."
The Master of Metal found life at the Institute quite... uneventful, so to speak. Other than the occasional "visits" at the Summoner's Rift, the lord of undead was not exactly an active champion. Despite the fact that he was unable to use the rediscovered adrenaline that was within him on the Summoner's Rift frequently, the steel-armored fighter did not complain. After all, he already had video games, burritos, and Shadow Isles. He did not necessarily enjoy making himself known in Valoran unless his presence made people fear him. Spreading fear was something he was good at, but it was even better when that fear somehow inflicted pain.
The Shadow Isles champion, amused by Vi's inferiority to his Tetris skills, managed to clear out four more lines filled with Tetris blocks. The Piltover Enforcer puffed her cheeks out as she grumbled,
"There's really not much to do here, you know? I think you should follow us."
"Woman," Mordekaiser replied, his eyes fixated on the game, "I don't like sand water. Sure, I could swim, but when water is mixed with sand, it just gets all over my beautiful armor-"
"But your armor's not beautiful at all..."
"-and pineapples falling from the sky tend to land on my helmet's horns. To sum things up, I freaking hate beaches in general. Wait, did you just say my armor's not beautiful?
Vi sighed, realizing that Mordekaiser was not convinced in going to the beach again. "But..."
"Butt? Oh," the Master of Metal's eyes gleamed with admiration, "are you talking about Sergeant Butts?"
"WHO WOULD NAME THEIR CHILD 'BUTTS'!?"
Mordekaiser's admiration immediately turned into disgust. He grumbled inaudibly, "May Shadow Isles curse you eternally for hating Sergeant Butts..."
The two fell silent again. Eventually, Mordekaiser emerged as the victor, and they began playing another round.
Vi asked the Master of Metal, "No one's forcing you to go, right? So that's why you're not going?"
Mordekaiser nodded. "I'm pretty grateful to that old man, this time. Mercedes told me that going was not necessary. Hecarim and the Shadow Isles dudes are gonna hang out on a separate part of the beach, but they could have their own fun."
"Aren't they your friends, though?"
"Yes. Yes, yes, they are my comrades. But I really don't want Hecarim dragging me into the seas for some stupid mermaid-hunting quest. It makes me feel like I'm some freakin' Walt Disney joyrider or something..."
Both of the champions continued to play Tetris.
"...So you're not going, right?"
"For f&%$'s sake, can you just accept that I'm not going?"
Vi mumbled something. She did not exactly look that happy, and for some reason, her Tetris skills underwent a massive improvement. The pink-haired woman wanted to pull off some pranks on the Master of Metal for making a certain insult about her at the beach.
The next day...
With several important things said to the Enforcer, Mordekaiser was surprised to find that literally everyone was leaving.
"Holy sh&%," he commented, looking outside his large dormitory window. From here, he could see the Demacians arguing with the Noxians, both parties already in their swimsuits out of excitement. Ashe was being followed by Twisted Fate, who was constantly being chased by Tryndamere and, for some unknown reason, Master Yi. Malphite just made a rock castle out of boredom, and Tristana-
Wait, that castle was not there yesterday.
The Master of Metal shook his head, expressing his disapproval on the champions' enthusiasm. They seemed happy to leave the Fields of Justice so badly. Mordekaiser found no real point in constantly leaving the Institute of War for some random beach party, but then again, time flew by quickly for him. He had nothing to do, and until he had something truly productive to work on, time would never take a break for him to catch up.
The lord of undead heard the bedroom door close. Turning around, he found Vi walking out of the room with several duffel bags slung over her shoulders. Unlike some of the insanely excited champions, she wore casual clothing right at the moment, intent on wearing her beach clothes when they actually get to the beach.
"Make sure not to let that cute thing starve," Vi said, pointing at the Marai, which crawled around the steel sofa.
"I'm not stupid," Mordekaiser replied gruffly, his eyes settling on two particular Demacians. Garen Crownguard was packing several things up for his sister. The determination Garen had in serving for others was a strange, but desirable one. If Mordekaiser learned how to have such leniency when he was younger, then he might have been able to give Shadow Isles the proper respect he needed to give as a warlord. At this point, he considered the Crownguard as a decent person, though he still hated some aspects of him. He especially hated how Garen was able to summon gigantic swords out of nowhere, stabbing a bunch of dudes on the Summoner's Rift.
...Okay, so "dudes" was not a proper term. Not like he cared.
Then there was Sona Buvelle, who still wore her usual outfit. She and Garen were practically the only Demacians who have not worn their swim suits yet. Mordekaiser crossed his arms, observing the Maven of Strings attempt to pick up a bunch of bags by herself, only to be helped by the wary Garen Crownguard.
There better not be a gigantic octopus again, he thought as he observed the two Demacians with a somewhat distant look. I'll... try to obliterate anything that attacks them. They are useful humans to me. Yes, yes... useful it is...
Despite how much he wanted to not admit it, Mordekaiser had his own concerns about the two. They were small concerns, almost smaller than a light particle was, but they were concerns, after all. The Shadow Isles champions were not needed to be worried about, though, and the reason was almost a given.
Vi began to head out of the dormitory, taking out some earphones. Just before she put them on, however, Mordekaiser called out to her,
"Vi."
"...Hm? What is it, bub?"
The lord of undead- the Shadow Isles champion whose job was to maintain the hyperactive, carefree islands- told the Piltover Enforcer without turning around,
"...Have fun."
The pink-haired champion blinked, surprised to hear those words come out of his mouth. Up until yesterday, he seemed like he would seriously not care about her actually going or not. In a way, she was pleased to hear him actually saying something like that.
With a genuinely replenished mood, Vi grinned as she said,
"That's a serious understatement compared to what I'm actually gonna feel, dude."
"...Hmph," Mordekaiser grunted, though it sounded more like a chuckle than anything.
Feeling a lot better, the Enforcer made a brief, not-so-proper salutation before leaving the dormitory. Once she was gone, the Master of Metal sighed deeply.
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When he made sure that Vi was really gone, the lord of undead suddenly pumped his fists in the air as he screamed,
"YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! NOW I CAN DO WHATEVER THE F&%$ I WANT!"
Mordekaiser did a little victory dance before remembering that the champions did not exactly leave the Break yet. He decided to take a seat, attempting to hold in his own excitement.
An hour later...
"YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! NOW I CAN DO WHATEVER THE F&%$ I WANT!"
The Master of Metal barged out of his dormitory door, immediately blasting his body through a barricade set up at the elevator shaft. He laughed maniacally as he constantly leapt off the complex walls of the shaft during his fall, instantly entering the first floor lobby.
For years, he waited for a moment like this. To think that all of the champions were gullible enough to simply leave him, the Master of Metal, alone. He was good at plotting nefarious schemes against champions just to make their lives more miserable, but now that no one was here to stop him, the lord of undead had full access to literally everything in the Break. Apparently, they had forgotten how dangerous he could be.
"Time to shred," the paladin of pain rumbled, a devilish smile entering his face, before summoning his mace. "Starting with this one! EAT THIS, NOXIAN EXILE!"
With no mercy, the Master of Metal entered the dormitory with a stylish kick before swinging his mace once, tearing apart everything that stood in its way. Mordekaiser then rammed himself into a wall, immediately entering the next dormitory, which belonged to Malphite. One had to keep in mind that the walls were magically enforced, and that it was incredibly hard to rip them apart like butter.
Just like how Mordekaiser was doing so.
The Master of Metal proceeded to wreck the couch, though he made sure not to destroy the DDR machine, before crashing through the next wall. He immediately entered Swain's dormitory, which got him excited more than ever. Picking up a whole stack of papers, the lord of undead suddenly created a portable paper shredder, destroying the documents purely for the sake of revenge. Oh, how he hated it whenever Swain stunned him due to stupid summoners! Oh, how he hated it whenever Swain simply chuckled after the match, retreating like a coward because he knew that Mordekaiser could kick his a&% outside of the Rift so easily!
...He technically only had one summoner picking him as of recent events, however, and she definitely was not a stupid one.
But still! Destroying these papers felt good! Maybe it was due to the fact that they were actually important contracts and trade documents, and he literally gave zero sh&%s about them.
Suddenly, right when Mordekaiser crashed through several walls at once, the lord of undead paused in his rage-induced massacre.
"...Wait a second."
The Master of Metal turned around and stomped through the walls he destroyed so far. He eventually got back to Riven's dormitory, the first one he destroyed. Mordekaiser scanned the now-messy floor, quickly picking up a photograph that fell on the ground.
"..."
The photo showed Riven, standing behind several of her friends in what appeared to be at a bar, in a bunny suit. It was a weird bunny suit.
"...What the f&%$," Mordekaiser said to himself as he tore apart the picture. "Even my stupid daughter- er, Misery, dresses up like a refined little shi- er, girl. Holy balls, I feel so toxic for some reason."
The Master of Metal tossed the shredded picture away, staring at the ground.
Now that he just killed his adrenaline, he did not feel like destroying any more dormitories. Without putting attention to the destruction he caused, the Shadow Isles champion walked out of the dorm, heading out of the Break building. Diana would take his place in taking care of the Marai because he really wanted to spend some time alone for a while. He, however, wanted to teach the mermaid several tricks to keep under her sleeves. They were genuinely good tricks that he just... thought of... now.
Whatever, they're seriously good stuff to know. And I might as well start lecturing that fish.
The lord of undead ultimately decided to go to the arcade first. The summoners were apparently brought to some mass-training session yet again, and with Mercedes attending business in Ionia, the iron man did not have any gaming partners to play with.
Or maybe Caitlyn's in there, Mordekaiser thought. Hmm... Actually, I seriously hope she's in there. She's a surprisingly decent person. My type of gaming partner.
She was a good person to hang around with. The blue-haired gamer was quite similar to Sona, managing to set his mood at ease, freeing him from stress and personal annoyances. With so many people calming him down, it was hard for him to go apesh&% when there were champions all around him, constantly bickering about things he cared little for.
But today, he would not meet Caitlyn. Instead, he would meet someone else.
Mordekaiser's walk reached an abrupt halt when he saw a man standing by the entrance gates of the Champions' Break. Judging by his blue, traditional clothing, the Master of Metal assumed that he was an Ionian. His long, brown hair was tied to a ponytail, and his face had a scar spread horizontally. What caught Mordekaiser's full attention was the long, sheathed blade this man had by his waist, and it certainly did not look like a regular broadsword.
People call those things... katanas, if I recall correctly, the Master of Metal contemplated, his eyes fixated on the mysterious newcomer.
When the lord of undead approached the man to take a closer look, his suspicions about the man being Ionian was confirmed. But this Ionian certainly looked quite experienced in the art of war- maybe not as much as Pantheon, but one could never know. The aura around him simply stated that boldly, which pleased the iron man to find someone serious for a fresh change. Maybe the man would hide it with a retarded exterior, but alas, Mordekaiser had his own methods of confirming whether one was experienced with battle or not. He wore an outfit that was identical to that of a samurai's, though since samurais were bodyguards, it would not be a proper title for this strange person.
The Ionian played a traditional flute, his back against a wall next to the gates. It carried a somber, yet pleasant tone, as if it were telling a tragedy darker than the works of Shakespeare, whom Thresh accidentally locked up in his lantern. While it indeed had a sorrowful tone, however, the calm music also held serenity close to it. It was as if the man yearned to find serenity by conquering whatever hardships he needed to defeat. Interested by the foreign music, the Master of Metal decided to hear the tale of the lone figure.
After composing the song, the Ionian descent chuckled. It was gruff, but not hostile. With a tired, but slightly friendly voice, the man spoke to the Master of Metal.
"You seem to enjoy this kind of music."
Mordekaiser grunted, walking up next to the man before leaning on the wall as well. Leaning on walls were for cool sh&%heads who liked to-
Actually, never mind. My back just feels sore, that's all.
The lord of undead simply stared at the skies, which the Ionian observed at as well. They watched a Piltover-manufactured blimp fly by with a picture of Jayce on it.
"I presume you're one of those 'champs' around here?" The long-haired man asked curiously, but not too enthusiastically.
"...You're talking to the best," Mordekaiser said with confidence, though he did not seem particularly too happy to talk about it. The blue-uniformed man snorted, a smile across his face. His eyes finally opened ever-so-slightly, and he turned his head a bit to glance at the iron man.
"I hope to face you on the... Fields of Justice?" His expression cringed into that of a confused, homeless man's, before he raised his eyebrows. "Is that what it's called?"
"Indeed it is, but 'justice' is a massive overstatement. More like a gladiatorial firework festival that occurs every single day."
Mordekaiser squinted his eyes, disgusted by how whoever made that one blimp just for Jayce. He wanted a blimp for him as well, so he might as well make one soon. Amused by the Shadow Isles champion's response, the brown-haired man said casually,
"I guess we all have our reasons to attend such a bloodthirsty carnival."
The lord of undead nodded again. He did not want to lash out against those who carried a sense of power within them. Those kinds of people made the possibility of expanding the amount of allies he had quite hopeful. Since the man was going to apparently going to join the League, gaining his trust would help him out later.
The two men simply watched the blimp continue to move, which now showed Caitlyn, the Sheriff of Piltover.
The katana wielder took out a wooden bottle, drinking from it before putting it back to its place. Feeling refreshed by its contents, the man grinned, this time intent on introducing who he exactly was.
"The name's Yasuo," he said. "Pleasure to meet you."
"They call me Mordekaiser," the iron man said, crossing his arms. "You'll soon know why I'm called the Master of Metal, and why I'm numero uno."
Yasuo finally laughed somewhat heartily, snickering a few times before replying, "Ha! That's a good title. It's better than being called Unforgiven and all that baloney."
The Master of Metal nodded. Yasuo seemed decent. 'Nuff said. Still staring at the blimp, the lord of undead asked the Ionian man,
"So what brings you here... wanderer? I maintain the fear Valoran has for the powerful Shadow Isles."
At this, Yasuo smiled slightly, but it was quite a different smile. It was a somewhat dark and sinful one.
"Revenge," he said without any remorse.
"From who?"
"Riven."
"...Riven who?"
"The same person who made me what I am now. I'm sure you've fought her if you spent a long time here."
Mordekaiser was quite surprised to hear that someone was actually after revenge on the Exile, but it did make sense. He heard that she did some "terrible" things, though the things Shadow Isles was capable of doing made her sins look like childish pranks.
"Well then," the Master of Metal nodded slightly, his attention still being paid to the blimp above him, "do what you want. If she's dead, then that means I'll be able to shine for the Shadow Isles."
"...Huh?" At this, Yasuo raised an eyebrow, confused by what Mordekaiser meant.
"I mean, aren't you after her life?"
The Ionian man, who had his eyes widened in surprise, took a few moments to realize how Mordekaiser interpreted his message.
He then burst out laughing, and that was not because his drink was getting the better of him. "You do realize," the brown-haired man asked as he lifted his bottle again, "that I'm just kidding about the whole 'I-kill-you' business on the woman, right?"
"Dammit," Mordekaiser grumbled grumpily. "And here, I thought the top lane would get less peskier to fight in..."
Yasuo drank in a few gulps of his drink before telling the lord of undead, "Lots of folks think I still have something against her. Probably because of the fact that she killed the Ionian elder I protected long ago, or at least, that's what people know right at the moment."
The Master of Metal put up a thoughtful look. "Wait. Actually, I did hear a story like that not too long ago, though I thought it was some stupid scam to cash in some free green from the gullible little sh&%s known as humans."
The wanderer halfheartedly agreed with the nickname Mordekaiser gave to humans in general. They were gullible and oblivious until they met the worst times of their lives.
"From what I could tell," Yasuo said, who managed to catch Mordekaiser's attention, "the Riven I fought was... different. But I can't say any more than that."
Lifting his back off of the wall, the Ionian wanderer crossed his arms as well. "I'd like to meet that cruel... entity... once more. Revenge on the Rift is not enough, but I have heard many stories of how Riven changed. Hopefully, the murderer that killed the elder is not her. I dearly hope that it isn't her."
Raising an eyebrow, the lord of undead glanced at Yasuo before looking back at the blimp. It was interesting to see how this Yasuo did not directly blame Riven for ruining his life. Mordekaiser was relieved to hear that Yasuo would not dramatically reveal his past like a generic emo kid would. As much as how unique this man looked, and how his story actually sounded interesting because he did not become depressed like a lost baby, the lord of undead knew that it was likely for him to fall asleep during the explanation. He was just like that.
Suddenly, Yasuo slammed the wall behind him, pushing his body forward.
"So!" He yelled, taking a few steps forward before turning around to the large, armored champion. "I have a method of seeing if she is the murderer or not!"
"...You don't seem to be afraid of me, mortal," Mordekaiser said, though he himself was, ironically, not exactly immortal as well.
"Well, I've seen crazy things," the Ionian said, a wide, closed smile on his face. "I'm confident in fitting in, though finding that killer should be a harder task."
Mordekaiser rolled his eyes, mumbling something about how he wanted to go pillaging random villages with Hecarim. Oh, how he loved to do that with ski masks and machine guns in hand. Amused by his grumpy response, Yasuo asked him,
"Actually, I've heard that the champions went to a beach?"
"...Yes."
The Ionian man grinned, letting out a careless hiccup.
"I just thought of something good."
An hour later...
Mordekaiser liked exploring. He really did like exploring in general, actually. Maybe even more so than the Prodigal Explorer, Ezreal, though he liked to conquer land while he was at it. The Master of Metal was used to trekking through mountains, traveling through water, discovering ruins, and all sorts of things. The fact that there were still unpopulated places he was fully able to explore relieved him, as he definitely would not like it if every single corner of Runeterra had a bunch of disgusting humans on it.
Needless to say, riding a motorboat across an entire sea range was utterly stupid.
"Yasuo," he asked, driving the motorboat with the Ionian sitting behind him, "why did you pick a motorboat? And why are you making me follow you when I have things to do? And why the heck are we going to somewhere I wanted to avoid, huh?!"
"Relax, Mordekaiser," Yasuo said, his eyes closed as he enjoyed wind blowing against his face with the gentlest expression Mordekaiser ever saw him wear. "Beaches have hot babes. The wind just makes them look better."
"...Well, that's a new way to put it," the Master of Metal said. "So we're basically going to be at the beach? Spend some time with those profound idiots?"
"Nope," the soon-to-be champion said confidently, suddenly wearing a pair of sunglasses as if they were on him up until now. "We're going to meet that Riven face-to-face and ask her a question or two. The guilty find covering up their sins quite hard, and this is coming from someone who has lots of experience in that field."
"You're basically saying we're going to peep on the champions."
"...Well, it'd be nice if only the women dressed up at a place where we could-"
"No."
Mordekaiser and Yasuo both sat on a motorboat, and it was heading straight toward a beach. While the Master of Metal initially protested against the idea of going to the beach again, the Ionian's determination in going proved to best his persistence. He also did not want to further tire out a man who was probably on an endless run up until now. Yasuo was a wanted man, or at least, he was until now. With the confirmation of him becoming a champion at the League of Legends, the charges that demanded him to pay his sins with his life had been lifted, though it seemed that Ionia would not support the supposed traitor.
But rather than calling him "Unforgiven," Mordekaiser preferred to call him "Wanderer." It simply fit the man's nomadic lifestyle, and it was a less depressing title. Sure, the Master of Metal tended to be depressing sometimes, but that was only under certain circumstances. In no way would he try to show depression with his name and reputation on the line.
Also, the lord of undead could not help but kind of relate to this Yasuo. They both did not seem to mind the idea of killing, and that was at least one ideology the two fully agreed upon.
"Ah!" Yasuo said, standing up on his feet. "There it is!"
"About freakin' time," Mordekaiser grumbled. "I wasn't even looking at where we were going."
"...Wait, how the heck did you find this place, then?"
They could hear the sound of people screaming with joy. That was enough for Mordekaiser to cringe in pain. He bent over, groaning, as he clutched his stomach in pain.
"Seasick?" Yasuo asked.
"No," Mordekaiser said in pain, "I'm just dreading the thought of spending more time with these bumbling nincompoops in an isolated area."
The Ionian man could not help but grin at that statement. He then began to wear a pineapple tree costume, which literally came out of nowhere. "I'll be needing this."
"Why am I even going with you? For your plan?"
"For the lolz."
Not even wanting to argue against the Ionian's hardcore logic- mainly due to him using the same reason countless of times-, the Master of Metal let go of the handle, feeling quite tired from the trip. What was going on and what was going to happen were things Mordekaiser was not exactly excited for, but rather, a little fearful. So far, Yasuo was quite similar to Thresh, which was already a terrifyingly bad start.
Now wearing pineapple tree costume as well, the Ionian man shouted,
"Now, let's go to the Island of Youth!"
"For a particularly stealthy mission, you're being insanely loud, Wanderer."
Meanwhile...
Talon picked up a beach ball and punted it up in the air.
Suddenly, Kassadin appeared from the heavens and did a Jecht Shot, flipping his body around and kicking the ball, driving it into Talon's face like a meteorite filled with a motherload of kryptonite.
Talon hated Blitzball.
While some liked to call their beach trips repetitive, the champions themselves did not care about how repetitive they were. They all enjoyed taking a break, regardless of whether they were picked in many League matches or not. Freeing themselves from the Institute's somewhat annoying rules was great for them, indeed.
Sona and Ahri blinked, staring at Viktor, who had just knocked Jayce off of a temporarily set-up, wooden stage. He was singing some extremely outdated rock song, and was only cheered by the ever-so-classy Darius.
"I think," the Nine-Tailed Fox said, cringing when Viktor did a backflip and landed on a stage light with his head, "he's getting as loud as that Chain Warden..."
"Why does everyone compare these things with Sir Thresh?"
"Because everyone knows he's... not right in the head!" Ahri answered, ruffling her hair out of annoyance. "Even he admitted, anyway!"
Sona nodded timidly. Thresh did not exactly bother the Maven of Strings that much, which prevented her from knowing how far the Warden could take things. Everyone seemed to act decent around the Demacian maiden, and that was something she felt uncomfortable about. They had no need to prevent themselves from showing their true selves in front of her, though it would be frightening to have Kassadin constantly assaulting her for absolutely no reason at all.
The blue-haired maiden looked around, catching a glimpse of Singed walking on water like a boss, before turning to look back at Viktor. He was now breakdancing, kicking away a bunch of soda cans being thrown at him for interrupting Jayce's showcase of the surprisingly lethal dubstep-violin.
The two women continued to watch the Machine Herald do some crazy moves. "Mwa ha ha ha!" The man said, breakdancing without skipping a beat. "I have evolved the method of hiphop! Who dares challenge me to a duel?!"
Suddenly, Renekton, the Butcher of the Sands, jumped onto the stage. So far, no one knew whether he was actually a crocodile or an alligator (even he himself did not know), so Urgot began to call him a "Chevrolet Movie Theater." For some reason, people began to agree that he was the son of an Xbox fanboy and a Playstation 4 fangirl and had his rage influenced by them, which was obviously an incorrect theory due to the evidence known as Nasus.
He wore a lifeguard outfit- donning a lifeguard's short pants and shirt- and had a lifeboat hung around his left shoulder. Bi&%h-slapping the platform to emphasize how serious he was, the Butcher of the Sands roared, flipping around his lifeboat as if it were a long spear,
"WELCOME THE HAVOC!"
"HOLY SH&%," Malcolm Graves screamed, "RENEKTON'S ACTUALLY DOING SOMETHING USEFUL FOR ONCE! GO, CHEVROLET!"
"For f&%$'s sake, STOP CALLING ME THAT, YOU GRAVEYARD!"
"WHAT'CHU JUST CALL ME?!"
Yorick sneezed from far away.
Ahri felt one of her eyes twitch, forcing an open smile on her face, as Graves began to squirt his powerful water-shotgun, which Renekton deflected its "bullets" with his lifeboat, sending nearly everything to Viktor instead. Due to the fact that Viktor's breakdance had advanced far through the process of evolution, he kicked the water at the audience that gathered in front of the stage. Katarina screamed when one of the water pellets destroyed a part of her Garen plushie's hair.
"Aaaaand there goes my sanity," Ahri said, watching Renekton smashing Graves' "manly things" before throwing him at Viktor.
Sona simply had a forced smile on her face. Indeed, things were getting chaotic on their first day at the beach.
"Alright, gents!" The familiar voice that belonged to none other than Vi said. "Get off the stage, and we'll give you an even better one to fight on."
"NO!" Renekton screamed, suddenly dropping on all fours, actually looking like an alligator. "This platform is mine."
"...Dude," Vi said, an eyebrow raised in an unamused fashion. "Jayce wants to show his... violin...thing. Show him some respect!"
Before Renekton was able to speak, he felt a hand touch his shoulder. The Butcher of the Sands turned, only to find Viktor standing behind him.
He quickly fired a laser at the Butcher, who nearly transformed out of sheer anger. Renekton violently swung his lifeboat at the Machine Herald, who dodged it with a swift sidestep.
"Give it up, Vi!" He shouted, a smug tone in his voice. "Or maybe your reason in giving Jayce back his stage is for a different reason?"
The pink-haired champion froze.
"W-What? Hah! As if-"
"YOU WANT TO MECHANIZE HIS BODY TO LET HIM BEAT ME, RIGHT?! I WILL NEVER LET YOU DO THAT!"
"THAT'S IT! I'M GONNA FEED YOUR CARCUSSES TO RENGAR!"
"...Actually," Rengar said, who was eating a watermelon on the sandy surface of the beach, "that doesn't sound all that bad to m-"
Vi quickly interrupted him, shouting, "Shut up!"
"Wha-? Insolent girl! How DARE YOU ANGER THE PRIDESTALKER! I WILL PUT YOUR HEAD IN MY TROPHY ROOM!"
"Oh, no, you don't!" Kha'Zix yelled, jumping from the excited crowd, defending Vi from Rengar's gigantic sausage blades with... a Capri Sun pouch. "I'm in this together with her!"
"Thanks, Kha'z'!"
"No problemo!"
Soon enough, the once peaceful beach immediately turned into another Summoner's Rift. Renekton finally transformed, causing a transformed Nasus to enter the fray with an extremely angered look on his face. Viktor was tossed onto Graves, who was pushed back by an insane amount of force, causing him to crash into Renekton. The Butcher of the Sands instantly kicked Graves back, whose body managed to collide against Viktor yet again.
Sona saw Jayce hugging his violin in a lonely corner. Thus, she decided to find her ethwahl and play some music for the poor inventor.
The viktor of the match turned out to be Twisted Fate, who was opportunistic enough to finish the battle during the last exchange of blows. Where he even came from was a mystery, but it was enough to tick Graves off to an even further extent.
Exhausted from the free-for-all beach battle, Vi panted, blindly walking through the beach. She wanted a comfortable place to sit at. The Piltover Enforcer was glad to find a metal sofa sitting underneath a large, metal parasol chucked into the sand. It sat at the far end of the beach.
She threw her body on the steel sofa, letting her body plop onto it like a tired chihuahua.
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Vi sat up from the sofa, looking at the material it was made out of. She then looked up, realizing that the parasol was, indeed, made out of metal.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, she heard a severely depressed voice tell her,
"Move over."
"GUAGHABAJEBAH?!"
She looked to her side, only to find the last person she had been expecting to see on the beach.
"M-Mordekaiser?! What're you doin' here?!"
"I SAID MOVE OVER, SCUM!"
When Vi finally moved over, the lord of undead sat down, his face scrunched up to the point where the pink-haired fighter actually felt disturbed to look at. But while his amazingly disappointed face intrigued her, the very fact that Mordekaiser was here utterly surprised her. She saw him wave her off back at his dormitory.
"So, uh... dude," Vi asked, staring at the sandy beach to hide her humorously skeptical reaction to his presence. "Why're you here, h-huh?"
At this, the Master of Metal froze.
He then had his head hang down in shame, only being able to mutter,
"I have no freakin' clue."
"You were lonely, weren't ya?" The Enforcer asked, a nervous grin settling in her face. "S-See? I told you it would be lonely to be alone at the dorms!"
Mordekaiser could only shake his head in disappointment. Originally, he decided to just hang around at a fair distance from the champions, but the most unreliable GPS, Vi, just had to somehow find him by chance.
He needed to come up with an excuse for being here. The last thing he wanted was Vi recovering and beginning to punch the darkness out of his face. He really did not want that to happen.
The lord of undead thought as quickly as he could, and then he remembered the plan Yasuo told him.
...That's it. Yeah, maybe that would work.
Mordekaiser turned to Vi, who looked back. Before she was able to say anything, the Master of Metal took the initiative and told her,
"I need you."
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"...Vi. No, Vi. Put your fist down right at this instant. No...
...ARGHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Confused to no end, Vi delivered a mighty uppercut on his chin, sending him flying high into the air as she screamed,
"STOP WORDING SH&% INCORRECTLY, IMBECILE!"
"WHY ARE YOU SAYING YOUR OWN NAME, IMBECILE?!"
A few minutes later...
"You probably should have a reason for coming here," Vi said, an arm slouching over the top of the sofa. She loved how the parasol had some sort of air conditioner underneath it.
"For the last time, I was simply forced to come here."
"By who?"
Mordekaiser froze, stopping his hand midway right before he drank from his soda can. Indeed, she made a good point. If he was actually forced to come, then it would have to be because of Mercedes. The old man, however, did not really mind in him not going this time. The Master of Metal admitted that he did not join the beach-loving champions because he was forced this time, but even he did not know why he exactly agreed to follow Yasuo.
Clearly, something was preventing him from not going.
...I guess this is what happens, the Master of Metal thought, unnerved at the realization that just struck him, when you stop playing "Singleplayer" twenty-four seven...
Mordekaiser sighed before he grumbled to the Enforcer, "I'm not going to tell you any sooner."
"Fine. But you should seriously do something other than just sitting here watching the ocean."
"...I hate sand water."
"You know what else you're gonna start hating?" Vi asked, one of her fists turning into a tight wrecking ball of death.
"Actually, that was a joke. I love sand water. It gets all over my beautiful armor."
"I know, right?! Then let's go, Morde!"
Mordekaiser raised an eyebrow, turning his head to the the Piltover Enforcer. The instant moment he turned, however, he knew that he was in for a facerolling trip.
Vi grabbed his hand, jumping off of the sofa like a falcon jumping off of a skyscraper. The Master of Metal felt his body smash through the sand at an insane speed, his limbs flailing around like a sophisticated millipede would.
"ARGH! No!" The lord of undead screamed, attempting to wrench his hand away from Vi's grip. But alas, her body was soaked with sand water, causing him to scream even louder once he noticed that sand water was getting on his freaking armor.
A few seconds later, Vi shouted, "Hey, guys! Look what I found here!"
Mordekaiser felt dread wash over him. Should he take out his chainsaw and chop her mouth off? Then again, her titanium face would probably break the saw first.
No response came from the people who heard her. After a few more moments passed, Singed walked by on water, waving at the two as he said, "Oh, hi, Morde."
"Singed," Mordekaiser muttered, "you better be ready to pay for that minion incident you caused quite a while ago."
The Surfing Chemist rolled his eyes, sighing in a depressed manner, "Blame the summoner for charging in with a Doran's Shield and Rylai's Crystal Sceptor. I seriously doubt that dude was aware of my mana pool..."
As Singed walked past the two, something rumbled across the beach. Mordekaiser and Vi looked toward the noise's direction, wondering what exactly caused such a loud noise.
Then, when the two realized that it was the noise of galloping, they froze deathly still.
"Vi," Mordekaiser said, "put me down."
The Piltover Enforcer dropped the lord of undead.
She then dived away from the incoming Shadow of War, Hecarim, who rammed into Mordekaiser at a thousand miles per hour. Hecarim managed to destroy a sand castle Akali had been building with Shen, who thought that Zed was pulling tricks on him again.
Putting the Master of Metal back on his feet, the Shadow of War happily said,
"Mordekaiser! Glad to see you want to be with the meta!"
"I'm hungry," his armored friend answered.
"No worries there, Morde'," Hecarim said, trotting to position himself next to the lord of undead. "We originally had a bunch of burritos for you to eat."
"Really?"
"Yeah. But I ate them all."
"Can I leave already?"
Hecarim shrugged. "I dunno, man. You're the one who came here."
Mordekaiser nodded. "Yeah," he said, turning around, "I guess I'll just leave."
The Master of Metal was immediately caught by a Piltover Enforcer, who excitedly dragged him away from his freedom. "You owe me lots of things," she said, a wide grin on her face, "so let's consider this as one of those things!"
"No! I refuse to- BLARGH! ARGH!"
As the two champions reached the crowded area of the beach, some began to notice the iron man's presence. Much to his relief, however, there were not that many people paying attention to him. Most of them were too busy having a blast. Oh, Mordekaiser was having a blast as well.
A blast through his pride, that is. Because he was being dragged away by his roommate in the public. How stupid was that?
There happened to be several people who paid attention to him, however. Garen, who was resting underneath the shade provided by a parasol, found himself blinking at the sight of a large, armored warlord sprawled all over the ground, his body being moved by a single woman with tons of strength. He always wondered why the lord of undead never really attacked others under normal circumstances, only resorting to violent measures when someone managed to tick him off somehow. Now that he thought about it, the Master of Metal always made sure not to go overboard with his attacks, which was already a huge contrast compared to most of the Shadow Isles champions.
The Crownguard felt someone tap his shoulder. He turned around, only to face Elise, the Spider Queen. She had sat next to him underneath the parasol with a small bowl of strawberry-flavored ice cream.
Ice cream. Garen really needed some in the hot weather. The beach was always hot due to the fact that it was so close to the equator of Runeterra.
"Here!" Elise said with a smile. The Might of Demacia smiled warmly. While she was... different... on the Fields of Justice, he really did enjoy Elise's presence whenever she was outside of them. Her kind personality was a huge contrast to the sadistic, violent woman she tended to be on the Rift, and while it did frighten him to a certain extent, he knew that she was a good person by heart. She reminded him of Mordekaiser in a certain way, though she seemed to be a lot nicer than the rest of the Shadow Isles champions combined. Mordekaiser was a good person- he could tell- but sometimes, he just... went ham for trivial reasons.
She was living- or "unliving," in a sense- proof that not everyone from the Shadow Isles were bad people. Heck, he was not sure if there were any genuinely evil denizens that came from there. Hecarim did destroy a village before, but he seemed confident in giving out a fully reasonable explanation on why he did so.
"Thank you," the brunette man nodded with a smile, taking the bowl happily. He was glad to find a plastic spoon softly pushed into the ice cream. The Demacian then took several bites out of the strawberry ice cream, though he did feel that his spine was feeling unnecessarily cold for some reason.
Nearby the parasol, there was a bigger parasol hiding a certain group of women. They all had their eyes shining... with death lurking at every corner of their watchful gazes.
Elise glanced at the group, then smiled ever-so-slightly.
The Spider Queen then placed her head on Garen's shoulder, much to his surprise.
"Hm? Is there anything you need, Miss Elise?" He asked, oblivious to the death glare he was receiving from a nearby Katarina.
"I..." Elise paused, adding in a dramatic effect to catch the Demacian's full attention. She sighed, which really did get him to focus on her quite easily.
"What's wrong?" Garen asked, his eyebrows furrowed in concern. "You seem troubled."
The redheaded Shadow Isles denizen, making sure that her red swimsuit was still looking as delicate as ever, whispered,
"I broke up with my boyfriend a few days ago, you see..."
The Might of Demacia blinked.
"...Huh?"
Elise rubbed her head on his shoulder, a smile growing on her face. "Interesting," she asked with a teasing expression, "isn't it?"
Katarina 'du Couteau: renowned assassin of Noxus, the Sinister Blade, a prime figure who was known to show no mercy in missions.
Katarina 'du Couteau: a woman hiding underneath a parasol with an extreme hatred for a fellow redhead.
"That little sh&%...!" Katarina muttered under her breath, her eyes wide with killing intent. "Maybe I should've brought my daggers with me..."
"C-Calm down, Kat!" Irelia quickly attempted to cool down the Sinister Blade's rapidly increasing anger. Lux was not present with the group because she was cleaning the temporary shelter with Ezreal, and everyone obviously agreed that she was better fit to be with Ezreal instead of defending her brother like an extreme bro-con for the rest of her life.
Garen blinked again, unsure of what to do. This woman was rubbing her head on his shoulder without his permission.
With that in mind, he lightly karate-chopped her head, making her squeak in pain.
"What the heck, Garen..." Elise mumbled, rubbing her head. "That's it. No ice cream for you."
The Might of Demacia paled. Just before she snatched the ice cream away from him, the Crownguard shoved her head onto his shoulder quite painfully as he screamed,
"THIS ICE CREAM'S MINE! MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDEMACIAAAAAAAA!"
Katarina bolted out of the parasol with two sharp-looking daggers in hand. Irelia could only cry out as she chased after the Noxian, with LeBlanc right behind her,
"Kat! KAT! Don't kill them!"
That day, the redheaded Noxian showed a piece of her angered mind to the Crownguard. Elise managed to escape stealthily, but the Might of Demacia was not exactly the most agile champion around.
Eventually, evening came by, and now it was time to initiate Yasuo's plan.
Mordekaiser managed to run away from the Piltover Enforcer when she was called out by Caitlyn. Hiding within the many trees at the far back of the beach, the Master of Metal had met up with the Ionian bladesman, who was still wearing the terrible "pineapple tree" costume of his.
After a few minutes of discussion, Mordekaiser left the trees with a determined look on his face. Basically, if he succeeded in the request Yasuo had given him, then he would be able to leave the island with his pride fully intact. He considered it a challenge in developing his character. The task was simple, and he found no reason in being doubtful about it like how Yasuo felt. He was to call out Riven, ask some questions in private, send her back in, get back onto the motorboat, and go Grand Theft Auto in the sea for the rest of the night.
Riven? Pah! He thought with confidence in his heart. She's easy-peasy to deal with. As long as she doesn't have her weapon, she cannot resist my interrogation methods.
The Master of Metal walked through the beach. He remembered finding a mermaid at this very place, but time had gone by quite quickly. It had already been quite a few months since he came here, yet it felt as if a few years had gone by. The lord of undead wanted to question himself as to why he was feeling so out-of-place, but he had more important things to do other than talking to himself.
Mordekaiser walked up in front of the temporary Break set up at the beach. Hecarim was probably at the other side of the island now, so there was no excuse in dillydallying anymore.
So, with all of his might, he kicked the entrance door open.
Riven blinked, staring at two particular champions at the cafeteria.
"Like I said," Pantheon, the Artisan of Baking said with a scowl on his face, readjusting his chef hat in the process, "you do not put butter in the freaking toaster! You put it on the bread, put the bread into the oven, take the bread out, and then-"
"For crying out loud, I can actually hear you in this hellhole of a kitchen!" Morgana shrieked, clutching the chef hat on her head. "I think you're seriously gifted with your obnoxious 'honor-of-cooking'!"
"There is honor in cooking!"
"I cook for fun!"
Riven felt herself shrink beneath the two champions that were glaring at each other.
Ever since she entered the cafeteria, Morgana and Pantheon were arguing from the very beginning of their cooperative cooking session. At first, however, they were actually doing pretty good despite the annoyance that had settled between them. Baking was not the only specialty they had, for they believed that making good food in general gave them more purposes in living their lives productively, though Pantheon still had that craze for codes and honors.
But as time passed, they began to focus more on shouting at each other more than at the food they were making. They were not, however, angry at each other at all.
The two were just extremely ticked at the insanely loud fan inside the kitchen, which forced them to get angry.
The Exile sighed as she slumped down her chair, sitting in one of the cafeteria's portable tables. There were quite a lot of champions at this time of the day because they were now hungry from all the fun they had. She needed to keep up with their pace. After all, not having fun was quite an unwise decision when there was a chance that she would no longer have any fun at all in the future.
Sitting next to her was Sona, the delicate Maven of Strings, and Kha'Zix, the Broforce of the Void. Yes, people actually began calling him the Broforce of the Void. His bro-ness rivaled that of Brolaf's, and even Brolaf, who was basically Olaf, admitted that Kha'ZIx's broforce was as strong his own.
With that said, Kha'Zix was sitting on a horse, which was hanging limply over one of the seats..
"Kha'Zix," Darius asked, preventing himself from bursting out laughing, "why are you sitting on the Starchild?"
"...What're you talking about?" Kha'Zix raised an eyebrow, looking down at what he was sitting on. "I'm sitting on a- OH SH&%, SORAKA?! WHEN DID I START SITTING ON YOU?!"
"A-...A mi...nute ag...o," Soraka barely mustered. Kha'Zix quickly flew off of her back, allowing the Starchild to sit back up.
"Sorry," the Voidreaver said with a disturbed look on his face. "I didn't even notice that I was sitting on you."
"No, it's alright," the purple-skinned woman of clarity said, calming him down a little. Everyone loved Kha'Zix, so it was only a natural event to see her apologizing to him.
Riven chuckled, amused by what just happened. Sure, she may not laugh much, but hey, even Darius laughed this time. She might as well just let her tension go for a while. If only Pantheon and Morgana somehow fixed the stupid fan...
On another note, sitting next to Sona made her feel at ease. She really did bring serenity around with her wherever she went.
The serenity would all come crashing down soon.
Suddenly, the noise of a door being smashed was heard outside of the cafeteria, and shortly afterward, the shrill cry of Ezreal followed in. Everyone stopped what they were doing, their eyes set cleanly on the exit of the cafeteria.
"RIVEN!" The gruff voice roared, demanding attention. "WHERE ARE YOU?!"
Riven's eyes narrowed. Standing up from the seat she was sitting at, the white-haired Exile walked out of the cafeteria. Several champions followed her out, including Sona, who seemed to recognize who was calling for the Noxian woman.
All of their jaws nearly smashed the floor when they saw Mordekaiser holding Gragas and Urgot by their faces, his eyes glowing violently. When the lord of undead saw Riven, he immediately tossed the two champions away, walking over to the Exile.
"What's going on here?!" Caitlyn shouted, walking out of the arcade room with Vi running next to her.
Mordekaiser squinted. Riven glared. The two champions simply kept their gazes powerful.
Suddenly, the Master of Metal picked her up, carrying her over his head.
He silently left the Break, acting as if nothing ever happened
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"...Well, then," Darius said, walking back to the cafeteria. "He kidnapped the wrong man- er, woman."
Vi smashed her face into the palms of her hands as hard as she could.
Ten minutes later...
Mordekaiser stared at Riven, who was staring at the pineapple tree sitting next to him.
The Master of Metal had brought the Exile out to the beach. Yasuo had been waiting for him, following his own plan perfectly. The lord of undead was suspecting that Riven definitely had something to do with the wanderer's past, though there was a possibility that something else ruined the Ionian's life. Not that he minded pain, as it sustained him to the core, but the Shadow Isles champion was practicing how to pity. It was not turning out so well.
With a curious look at the pineapple tree sitting next to Mordekaiser, Riven asked the iron man,
"So... why'd you bring me out here?"
The lord of undead tapped the pineapple tree, much to her curiosity.
Suddenly, the tree was cut into pieces, revealing a man standing at where the tree used to be. Much to her surprise, the tree fell down as if it were a costume made of fabric. In front of her was a brown-haired man, donning a traditional, Ionian outfit. He had a scar across his face, though the sword he had by his waist made her tense up.
Huh? Riven thought, gaping at the man who literally burst out of a tree costume. Who is this man? And how the heck did the tree fall like fabric?
"Greetings," the Ionian man said, crossing his arms. "Do not worry; I am not here to hurt you."
Riven nodded cautiously, glancing at Mordekaiser, who had fallen asleep, still standing tall.
...Okay, I'm not even gonna ask him how he does that.
She turned back to the Ionian, who was not quite the ugly-looking person. In fact, he did had his own charms to him, such as the surprisingly exposed torso he had.
Riven internally told herself to shut up. After all, she was talking to a stranger.
"What do you want from me?" Riven asked, her eyes narrowed in hostility.
The man smiled, raising his hands up by his head defensively. "Relax, fair lady," he said, his arms no longer crossed, as he decided to introduce himself. "My name is Yasuo. Have you heard of the name anywhere else?"
"...No."
"I see... I see."
Yasuo nodded to himself, crossing his arms once more. He put up a thoughtful look, which made Riven wonder on what he was exactly thinking about. After a few seconds' worth of thinking, Yasuo looked away from the sleeping Master of Metal. With the most kind smile he could make, the wanderer asked the Exile,
"Is it true that you have more muscles than Ezreal?"
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"Huh? Wha- Whoa," the Master of Metal blurted out, looking at his surroundings before asking Yasuo, "are you still talking?"
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Yasuo broke the silence as well, simply stating,
"That's a nice swimsuit you've got there."
Riven's expression had no emotions present right at the moment. Her mind was in a blank state, and her brain was still processing the two things the man she just met asked.
A few seconds was all it took for her to return to being in-character.
The Exile's eyes glowed a murderous white- whiter than her hair- as she cracked her knuckles dangerously. Mordekaiser and Yasuo flinched, disturbed by the insane aura she was emitting. She reeked of murderous intent, and her body had already transformed to a tensed phase, ready to pulverize anything in her way. Not even the Master of Metal did not know what to do to defeat her without destroying the entire island, for her ki was overflowing out of her body. A single attack made by her would obviously stun them... for several days.
In other words, she was enraged. More enraged than an enraged Tryndamere.
"Run-" Mordekaiser tried to say. But alas, Riven had already dashed toward Yasuo, a fist clenched beneath waist level.
She performed an uppercut, squarely on the Ionian's chin, as she literally sent him flying nautical miles away from the beach.
"YASUOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Mordekaiser helplessly cried, making a run for his life. He could already see a large, transparent projection of Yasuo smiling at him from the skies, silently giving the iron man an invisible "go f&%$ yourself" look.
Riven advanced on the lord of undead, who was literally crashing through a bunch of trees at this point. No, he literally tore the trees away, creating a path for Riven to easily run on. The Master of Metal felt sweat trickle out of his body rapidly, his eyes rounder than the sun and the moon. He felt her body running closer... and closer... and...
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Mordekaiser blinked, noticing that Riven was wearing a surprisingly good-looking swimsuit.
He then put a thumbs-up as he told her,
"Those clothes are way better than that stupid bunny outfit of yours!"
"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?!" He heard Riven scream in rage, her anger boiling even hotter than before.
"Oh sh&^."
The Master of Metal's legs began to go faster, Riven's legs accelerating as well. But alas, she was so angry, she eventually caught up to the lord of undead. The two had somehow returned to the Break again. Without any hesitation, Mordekaiser barged into the building's entrance... through a wall. He did not even notice the damage he caused in a single second, for the wrath of "mood-swings" was chasing after him.
He ducked. He jumped. Mordekaiser had never felt the need to be acrobatic until now. The iron man thought he was doing a good job doing somersaults, frequently destroying something whenever he did so. Riven continued to chase after him, but much to his chagrin, she managed to pick up a sturdy-looking umbrella that belonged to Garen.
...No, wait, that's a freaking umbrella made of swords.
The Master of Metal rolled his eyes. The fact that the umbrella looked like it would work in a rainy weather baffled him more than how stupid it was in general, but then again, it was Garen's umbrella.
Mordekaiser needed to get this woman off his back in order to escape peacefully. He needed something that could distract her for a very long time!
Think, Mordekaiser! What would get Riven's attention?!
The lord of undead thought for a few seconds...
...before laughing like the evillest man in the universe.
Yes, yes, he thought, the smile of a devil on his face. She is a human, after all. That would work perfectly...
With his plan devised, the Master of Metal immediately headed toward the Sauna room.
Two sections of the sauna were directly connected to each other. A single wall separated the men and the women for obvious reasons, though there was an open gap at the top to prevent the rooms from being clogged with hot air. The saunas held more hot bathes than shower devices, and many of the champions were resting in them. Hot water relieved their tensed bodies: a perfect contrast from the relatively cold water at the beach.
Jarvan Lightshield IV flexed his biceps inside one of the tubs as he asked the male champions around him,
"I think these are enough for me to impress Lady Sona."
Jax, the Grandmaster at Arms, immediately shook his head, flexing one of his own biceps as he announced, "Well, this is better than those tiny little ducks."
The Exemplar's face scrunched up. Feeling quite offended, the Demacian grumbled, "Why, you...-"
"Wait," Kha'Zix said, immediately preventing an argument from occurring. "We all know that no one could beat Pantheon's thing, right?"
All of the men, including a confused Malphite and a sleepy Xin Zhao, turned to look at Pantheon, who simply raised an eyebrow at the question. When he got the message in his head, the Artisan of War raised his arms, put up a Mr. Universe pose, and partially- partially- flexed his muscles.
Every single one of the men's eyes bulged out of their sockets.
"Holy CRAP!" Draven said from a nearby shower. "How did you rip your body so much?!"
"That's a really impressive thing you've got there, Pantheon," Gragas, who was massaging his face quite intensely, said from another tub. "I think you have a chance with the ladies without even saying anything at this point."
Pantheon blinked, staring at the Rabble Rouser, before letting go of his Mr. Universe pose. Even without flexing his muscles, his body was extremely well-toned.
The Artisan of War's face darkened as he roared,
"They are privileged to die at my feet!"
Gragas sighed, shaking his head as he mumbled, "I seriously don't know how you can misunderstand that..."
But the properly maintained peace broke when a loud noise erupted from the entrance of the sauna. The men heard some of the women scream, which instantly got every single one of them standing on their feet.
"What's going on?!" Garen asked, momentarily halting his shower.
Soon, their answer literally arrived with a blast.
Mordekaiser, the Master of Metal, the warlord of Shadow Isles, the feared ruler whose iron grip showed no mercy to all that opposed his power...
...came crashing through the middle of the entire sauna.
The Master of Metal destroyed the wall in front of him with each step, his feet carrying him as quickly as they could. Since the wall was made of wood, the lord of undead was easily able to shrug every bit of the wall off. Riven was at his tail, and this was the last resort he came up with. Hoping that his plan would work, the Shadow Isles champion turned his head, immediately finding the Exile behind him.
But as he suspected...
"W-Wha-?" Riven sputtered, her face becoming brighter than a tomato.
Her eyes had drifted onto the manly bodies of the male champions.
The Exile's eyes widened when they landed on Pantheon's extremely torn body. His body was more than just a perfection of experience and training. The shoulder blades barely protruded out between much of the muscles that were drawn all over the Rakkorian's torso. The masculine legs that left nearly no flat surfaces, the smooth, but rock-solid arms that seemed to-
Riven was unable to observe any more, for her body had grown faint. She thanked the gods that the hot air created a mist around the more sensitive areas of everyone in the sauna.
Her eyes turning into swirls, the Exile nosebled her way to the floor.
"RIVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN!" Everyone screamed. While the moment itself only proposed humor, everyone inside the sauna panicked, for the place instantly turned into a unisex bathing room. Champions dashed out of the place, forgetting about taking bathes and showers due to the destroyed line of peace in the large room. Lux managed to pick Riven up from the floor.
Mordekaiser, on the other hand, barged out of the other side of the building. He hated how the sauna was located at the basement, but the fact that he got out made him happy enough to enjoy the freedom in front of him. Not wasting any time, the lord of undead ran around the building before sprinting toward a certain location on the beach.
Soon enough, he rode the motorboat he and Yasuo used earlier. Panting out of exhaustion, the Master of Metal let himself watch the island distance itself from him. He laughed, and laughed, then chuckled like a maniac.
"Yes!" He shouted, not able to believe that he just defied an inevitable fate. "Yes, YES!"
The lord of undead briefly let go of the motorboat's controls as he swung his arms into the air, screaming,
"SO LONG, YOU FREAKING HELLHOUNDS! MWA HA HA HA HA HA HA! AH, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!"
Needless to say, his mental condition proved to be unstable right at the moment. But he made it out of the island.
That was all that mattered to him.
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"...I'm gonna kill that Ionian once I get to the Institute," Mordekaiser grumbled.
Meanwhile, Sona just made a high score at the beach's arcade.
Author's Notes:
So my laptop fed the enemy team a few days ago. I babysat it at a turret, gave it some kills, and even told it to get certain items, and it STILL managed to throw the game.
In other words, my laptop died. Samsung overnerfed the motherboard.
My laptop's death pretty much made me lose the first file of this chapter, but somehow... I made it! I remade the chapter! I'd like to thank you readers for motivating me even when things looked dark for me. And yes, I'm aware this chapter's not about Irelia (I wasn't being seriously in the last Notes).
Anyway, I'm glad to have added Yasuo in after so many chapters of waiting. I'm aware of the fact that he's not one of the older champions, but remember, the order of how the champions appear in this fic is seriously random.
I originally intended to add Warwick into this chapter (I even said that in the LeagueOfLegends forum board), but I figured he should come out later. Something funny came into my mind for him, so his introduction might be more than just satisfactory.
Anyway, enough of the Author's Notes! If you have any more questions, PM me! And remember, feedback is a drug for writers! Don't be afraid to leave reviews. :D
As an apology for delaying this chapter so much, I will reveal that the next chapter is called "Rollerkaiser Tycoon!"
-NK-
EDIT (4/18/2014): Also, I'd like to credit KegiSpringfield for a fan creation of Steel Revolution! It's currently the cover art for this story. I just didn't want to miss the opportunity. ;)