A/N: It's a me! Gordoth. Hello there, and THANK you for being here for me, posting the chapter of my own Demise was not in my plans but sheesh, who cares? Yup, Darius is wearing Taric's armor, Lee Sin is dead, Or is he? And Taric is gone. Poof. Now, as we commence, we have to SHOUTOUT to Kathelll for reviewing, favouriting and following my story! Now, GO:
A roar echoed through the camp, and Draven recognized it. It was Rengar, but he had never roared in such a way. Adrenaline pummeled his muscles and the executioner was already at the breach, and a figure leaped towards him. The bulk of his friend fell over him, almost tackling Draven.
"MY LEG! WHERE THE HELL IS MY F**KING LEG!?" Rengar screamed, and Draven saw that his left leg was entirely cut off, a clean cut at actually. Blood was pouring forth from the wound, and Draven felt his eyes widen. But then they narrowed. Sona had come over too, to help if someone was hurt and she almost winced at the sight of Rengar's crippled leg. Placing the pridestalker on her instrument, Draven turned towards the source of Rengar's suffering.
The armored man had a smirk on his face, one that Draven could recognize everywhere. Spinning his axe wildly, the executioner through the weapon towards his brother. It was not going to be blocked or dodged by the old Darius, but now he was able to simply grab the blade, and throw it back at it's owner.
"DRAVEN, GET OUT OF THERE!" Someone roared and pulled the executioner out of the axe's way. Gordoth's sword was in his hand, his eyes were burning. "RUN, TAKE THEM SAFE! I WILL DISTRACT HIM!" He roared again and pushed Draven back, towards the exit. Without hesitating, the executioner ran. He knew that Gordoth was going to fail. He simply felt it.
After Draven had ran off enough distance, Gordoth turned towards Darius. It was true, he was wearing Taric's armor. The same armor which was adorned with sapphires, and gave it's wearer divinity.
"Who are you to challenge me?" Asked Darius, smirking as he had demonstrated his newfound strength. Gordoth sighed. Grabbing his robes with his left hand, he discarded them, revealing simple leather equipment, which was going to allow him to move faster than The Noxian. Or so he thought. Preparing his sword, he looked at Darius.
"The one who will take the armor back to it's owner." He calmly answered and charged.
Golden light adorned his frame as he clashed into Darius, the later blocking the sword's blow with ease. Taric's armor was truly a weapon worthy only for it's creator. Gordoth swung his sword in a graceful rainbow, but Darius blocked and spun around, mauling the summoner's weapon with strength which rivaled even a god's. The Summoner was momentarily dazed, but was able to quickly regain his footing and dodged a strike of the axe. This was going to be a challenge.
His sword was engulfed in flames as he swung it towards Darius' neck. The Noxian easily deflected the blow, but Gordoth wanted exactly this, as his left hand shot towards, slamming The general's face with the strength of a thousand men. Darius flew backwards a few feet, but landed successfully. Cracking his neck, he smirked and extended his axe, which was engulfed by red light. Gordoth's body was pulled by the weapon towards Darius, and his head slammed into the latter's chest plate.
The Noxian didn't wait for an invitation. He spun, aiming for Gordoth's head with the claw of his axe, but in the last moment the summoner's left hand pushed the claw upwards, and it hit air. Pain cut through his hand. Gordoth leaped backwards and cursed multiple times as the wounded limb twitched and screamed in his mind. Cho' Gath's bite was still torturing the summoner, even after so many months. Gordoth lifted his sword in the air, and held it with both hands. The axe of the Noxian clashed against the blade with such power that it sent the summoner flying backwards about ten feet, even more.
He crashed into a hut, breaking a hole into the structure. Spitting blood, he cursed and stood up. Light engulfed his sword, and shifted it into a spear. Grabbing the hilt o the weapon with both hands, he started stabbing towards with in human speed. Darius was forced into defending and blocking blows which could be fatal if they landed. The summoner's hands started working on their own, as he started thinking wildly on a way of removing the armor, which was hardly going to happen because Darius was not going to lose consciousness in the middle of the fight. Which left him the only choice, which was the destruction of the armor.
Ducking, Gordoth avoided the axe's blade which almost sliced his head off. Charging forth, his weapon turned into a morning star and he mauled Darius' abdomen with all the strength he could muster. The Hand Of Noxus gave a mighty heave and flew to his left, crashing into another hut. Gordoth couldn't celebrate his victory for any longer, because Darius was already running towards him. The morning star turned into a scythe and with the blade of the weapon Gordoth met the Noxian's claw. Sparks flew from the metal edges, while both the warriors cursed under their breaths. Darius through all of his weight and strength into the push, and Gordoth used that moment to shift his scythe into a knuckle.
All the power Darius had been exercising on the Scythe pulled him down, and he almost fell from the trick. But as he was about to get up, an electrified blow hit him in the back of the head. Gordoth's knuckle flashed bright blue as he prepared for another blow, but Darius kicked his stomach, sending him tumbling on the ground. The Noxian spun his axe and brough it down, attempting to cut Gordoth in half. Lucky for the summoner, he was able to blink away in the last second, and the axe hit the ground. Leaping in the air, his weapon gained the form of a sword again and he brough it down.
A lightning bolt crashed into the summoner as he was about to stab Darius' brain. Gordoth flew a few feet away and landed on the roof of a hut, which couldn't hold and it broke under the weight of the armor and weapon combined with his own. He recognized the user of the spell. He had not been in such a position before, fighting against two opponents that rivaled gods, but he was a Summoner, and summoners were stronger than gods. Or a t least as strong as. The summoner fell in a bed, braking it too. Xerath's magic was really strong, able to bake a man alive with a single flick of a finger. Sadly, it wouldnt work on Gordoth. Clasping his stomach with his left hand, the summoner kept cursing until Darius broke the door of the room. Without hesitation, Gordoth shifted his blade into a throwing axe and it flew towards the Noxian, who took the blow. It was not what the summoner wished for, but he was at least distracted for a while, allowing him to focus on getting out of the hut.
A mighty leap got him flying over the house, landing in front of Xerath, who was standing still, and looked as if he was thinking about something. Gordoth's hands were engulfed in a black swirl, which didn't go further. Xerath used his powers and flashed away, using his electrical nature to move as fast as the light. The summoner cursed and formed a protective ward in his hand as the mage shot lightning from his hand towards Gordoth. The electricity clashed into the wards with a lud explosion. Gordoth smiled, because now he had a little bit of time to finish the sentinel. Clapping his hands, light flew from them, up, down, forwards, left and right. It had black sparkles combined with the light.
A pillar of Destructive energy formed, going higher than forty feet. Xerath's eyes would have widened if they could. but lucky for him, the spell took one too much time to trigger and he launched and electric counter attack, another pillar flew from the ground, this time not as high as the first one used to, but it rivaled the blow in power. Gordoth cursed when the pillars made contact and exploded. Blinding light consumed him, Xerath, Darius and everyone who was in range of the explosion.
When the smoke cleared, Gordoth was on top of Xerath, his hands covered in the dark swirl. Electricity flew up, from Xerath's core towards Gordoth. The Summoner's face hid any emotion and it looked as if the electrical blow was simply a poke for the man. In fact, it was hell on earth for him, but he had to endure it. The dark swirl started consuming Xerath, it's energy coloring his energy into black. Just a little until it reached the core...
Gordoth felt the axe stab his belly from the right, and then he was pulled off of the sentinel. The pain caused from the axe was nothing compared to what he had felt while channeling his power in order to crack Xerath's core, but he felt something else. Rage, because he wasn't able to end the life of the mage. His eyes burned, and not even the mask could hide that. Turning towards Darius, Gordoth shot from the axe and crashed into the Noxian. Darius screamed when the summoner's right hand grabbed his face. The palm was on fire, burning through The Noxian's flesh and destroying his facial expression.
The power required to keep pain signals away from Gordoth's mind was tremendous, and he didn't know how long he was going to be able to keep it up. He was forgetting what his purpose here was. Not vengeance on Darius, but the destruction of the armor. Moving his hand away from the Noxian's face, Gordoth tapped the armor on a few places, then leaped from Darius. As if signaled, the spell which held the pain away broke, almost knocking the summoner out.
He fell to his knees and screamed. In the last moments of his consciousness he thought that it was going to be a pity. A pity he won't get to witness Draven's face when he saw Nasus.
A/N: You didn't expect this. Did you? Or you did. I do not care, Killing Xerath and burning Darius' face is my goal in life, so NO MATTER what, I acomplished my goal. Or was it to help Jax kill Swain and get vengeance? I dunno, but there you go. MORE DEATH AND HAMSTRING BLOWS FOR GORDOTH AND RENGAR. Wohooooo. Now, Tell me did I shock you? Did I? i did of course. BYE FOR NOW!