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Taric leaped out of the way. Another torrent of blood shot towards him, and he was avoiding the all. Well, almost all he could. One had landed on his left arm, and good thing he wasn't left handed. Vladimir kept being the same aggressive type, not on the defensive as always. He was just the same as on the fields, yet he was much more unpredictable. Even though it was three on one, Vladimir was still holding on, and was on the winning side.

Volibear was still weak from the reanimation, and was now trying to dodge the blood flying towards him, while The Demacian was simply holding his hand up. His left eye, however, was twitching wildly and tears of blood fell from it. Taric had no knowledge of this kind of magic, so he decided to ignore it for a while, or at least until they destroyed Vladimir. Or stopped him.

A fireball made impact with the Hemmomancer and the side where he was hit exploded in a bloody hell, and this destroyed his left arm. Taric smiled. That's my chance! He dashed towards his opponent and mauled Vladimir's head. The Hemmomancer flew twenty feet backwards and crashed into a wall. Taric turned to his right, where the entrance to the dungeon led. He was kindly surprised to see a familiar figure. Gordoth.

He was covered in blood and his body was quite bruised, but as a whole he was aright.

"Hail…" He said. Taric nodded.

"Taric, I can't fight… I am weak, and so I will have to leave you. If you can stun Vladimir for a long enough amount of time, we will be able to get away, but with him running around and firing at will, we are in trouble." Gordoth explained. Taric nodded, eyes narrowing. So… He was going to have to beat the way out, eh? Fine by him.

"Ok. You go, I will hold him off." Taric ordered.

"You armor is gone… Dar—"

"I know. But, it is not the clothes that make the person, eh? Now get out of here!" Taric parried and Gordoth left, along with Volibear and the Demacian.

Taric looked at them walking out for a while, then turned to Vladimir.

"Looks like I forgot to take care of your essence…" Lamely commented the Gem Knight as his body cracked. His eyes lit up, with their ordinary blue color changing to a cryptic white. His hair started floating behind him. Vladimir crawled out of the wall, his eyes flashing madly with their thirst for blood. No good, he could kill Taric easily while the gem Knight knew nothing of destroying essences. Yet, he would do battle. It was going to protect Runeterra... He knew that he had to defeat Vladimir, even if he died afterwards.

"Vladimir, tell me, why did you join the Noxians?" Asked Taric, trying to distract his opponent, even though he knew the answer. Vladimir laughed.

"You think I would've remained in a society full of peace lovers? Well, I might have. But war societies… Ah, this is different. If you kill somebody, they will ask if he was a spy, and if you say 'yes he was', they will let it slide. I can kill as many as I wish, without a penalty…" He kept talking, but Taric ignored him. Seems that I was right… He is wicked and evil. Taric thought. "And I will end your miserable excuse for a life, which will allow me to follow your friends into the hellhole they've dug for themselves…" Vladimir flew twenty feet away, digging through the wall which had stopped him the previous time, and fell on the ground. Rolling for a while, he stood up. Taric was standing in front of the hole in the wall. His hand was covered in blue shards, which strangely represented… Sapphires. It was impossible, at first, but then it turned out that his whole body was slowly being covered in more and more shards.

"How—How are you doing this?" Roared Vladimir, terrified by the vast amount of shards which was spreading over Taric's body. It was well known that sapphires gave him his power, but without the armor, he was powerless. But, now then, how did he have so much strength to throw him through the wall and make him fly so far. Was he… No way! Vladimir used a spell of his and his eyes widened. It was as he feared. It was not Taric's armor, it was his bones and blood. They were made out of sapphires. His bones, at least. The blood only had little, little shards of sapphire which Vladimir almost couldn't see. "No…" He whispered.

"Yes, It is true. You are destined. You will fall by my hand, Vlad. There is no other way out of this madness." Taric's left hand started morphing into something like a shield. He smirked, for he knew he had terrified Vladimir, and now had the chance to take him down. At least, he hoped it would be easy to take him down as fast as he could. Then, the cackling came. Vlad was laughing uncontrollably, shaking and drooling at once.

"Yes! YES! I WILL PROOVE TO THE WORLD THAT ALL MUST COWER BEFORE THE VLAD!" The hemmomancer screamed and charged blindly towards Taric. The Gem knight raised his hands and dashed towards Vladimir. A torrent of blood shot towards the gem knight and he sidestepped. Vladimir screamed and exploded into a bloody mess, covering everything in a radius of five feet. Taric instantly started trying to remove the blood, but it had already started digging into his skin. He groaned and slammed the ground, shattering the crystal armor he had created around himself while fighting Vladimir. This successfully removed the blood, and the hemmomancer reformed in front of him.

"You survived that attack with nary a scratch to bleed from? Well… COWER AND DESPAIR!" Commented Vlad and reappeared behind Taric. The Gem Knight cursed under his breath and mauled the land, but this time, the explosion was greater. However, this time a beam of radiant, blue light flew up. Vladimir pooled himself so he would withstand the damage dealt from the attack. It looked like Taric's Radiance, which was his ultimate ability on the Fields Of Justice. It was, however, thousands of times more devastating.

Rocks and iron bars and doors and torches flew in the air, the land started splitting. Vladimir thanked god he had been clever enough to enter his pool mode, so he survived. Smoke covered the whole area.

When the smoke cleared, Taric was surrounded by a blue swirl, which Vladimir could say burned with extreme heat. It was something like Shyvana's move, but much stronger. His eyes left eye was closed, and his right one hat two irises. His muscles were cracking. Vladimir smirked in his pool. He was going to end Taric with one swift motion… All will cower before the Vlad…

The pool of blood slowly moved to Taric's legs. The Gem Knight didn't feel it. Vladimir slowly started materializing behind his opponent. The smile never leaving his face. When he was at the level of Taric's shoulders, Vladimir extended his hands, slowly, allowing his essence to swirl just a mere inch from The Gem Knight's back. A fist sent him flying through the air. Thirty feet, forty feet, fifty feet. He fell to the earth and sixty-seven feet. Taric's hand was outstretched in Vladimir's direction.

Taric's left eye opened, revealing a crystallized eye. His other eye, with the two irises, started crystallizing too. Vladimir groaned when he stood up. Taric looked at him, his hair flying wildy behind his back, even though there was no wind.

Vladimir appeared behind him, eyes bleeding, and his essence made itself comfortable into Taric's back.

"ALL WILL KNEEL BEFORE THE VLAD!" Screamed the Hemmomancer as Taric's body fell to the ground.

XAXAX

"Hey, don't stay there Taric! We have a game to win!" Ezreal smiled warmly in the Gem Kinghit's direction. The blonde boy with blue eyes and orange triangles beneath them was holding his hand out to his comrade. They had prevailed over an attack, but just barely. Taric smiled and took his friend's hand.

Even though usually it was the other way around, Taric didn't mind Ez giving him a helping hand. Damn, if he could just rest one day, he would leave it to Ezreal to take care of things for him. Taric smiled warmly and they walked forth.

XAXAX

"Taric!" Lux smiled in his direction. She was like the sun, and while Leona and Pantheon were a few feet from them, he didn't mind calling Lux his Sun. She was so… Innocent.

"What?" He asked, shaking his head weakly. The moment they had sat down on the small blanket he had started daydreaming. He did this a lot, back in the days… Lux puffed her cheeks and palced her hands on her hips.

"You were Daydreaming! Again! Seriously, I do not know if I should take you seriously as a boyfriend or just be a friend with you!" She complained, but when his hand wrapped around her little shoulders, she instantly sunk into his embrace. Taric closed his eyes and smiled.

XAXAX

"Taric, I do not know if you should look at me for too long… You might get some HAIR on your face!" The joke, which was not really funny, made Graves fall on the ground and roll around laughing. Taric scratched his chin, and after a while, joined the laugh.

"You know, I wonder how will you look with a beard! It might suit you!" Commented Draven, winking in his direction. Tresh just raised his shoulders. Taric smiled.

"You'll never know unless I try, will you now?" He asked, smirking in their direction. Graves looked disappointed, but Draven laughed.

"You are inheriting something from me, my dear friend! It is the need to keep your looks intact! Hahaha…"

XAXAX

"I do not know, we might have a problem if the Summoners catch us doing this…" Lux whispered, while Taric bravely looked around. It was a few hours beyond midnight, and they were alone in the corridors of the Institute.

"Well, I know you want that book really much, but cannot get it even by climbing on a chair, so I will get it for you!" Taric announced, smiling to his girlfriend. She reddened but kept going after him.

"But why do I have to come with you? I mean—"

"You know only girls can get the yordle snap trap pancakes! And, I happen to love those pancakes!" Taric happily exclaimed, a little too loud. He lowered his head, Lux doing the same, and they swiftly went to the cafeteria, since it was closer.

"KNOCKNOCK!" Someone shouted. Taric and Lux leaped off their feet and hid behind a wall. "Who's there? The Moon!..."

They both smirked to each other. Diana had once again started to get sleepless nights in order to worship the Moon. She was one strange person, Diana. Lux giggled silently, while Taric ran a hand through his forehead. She scared them good.

XAXAX

"Wow, Taric, you are amazing! You can beat the whole enemy team alone!" Ezreal exclaimed, smiling and waving his hands up in the sky. Taric smiled to his comrade and friend. Scratching the back of his head, he smiled.

"Well, you know this year the Summoners allowed me to fight a bit more freely!" Taric explained, showing a toothy grin to Ezreal. His smile suddenly turned to a frown.

"But… They will pick you much more now, and we won't be able to go out with Lux and Cait… And… We won't be in the same team a lot of times…" Taric grunted. He placed a reassuring hand on Ez' shoulder.

"Do not say such things! They will allow you to fight with more freedom too! We will be the best duo EVER!" Taric announced, smiling to his friend. Ezreal smiled to and they both laughed.

XAXAX

Vladimir looked at Taric. He was at his limits, but knew he had defeated the gem Knight. The giant hole through his chest was proof of it. Usually, this attack destroyed the whole body, but Taric was a special case. He was a strong man, and his abilities by far surpassed any of his previous opponents. He was planning to kick Taric's head, but something stopped him. A feeling of… Acknowledgement, and of thankfulness ran through Vladimir's cold heart.

An arm wrapped around his leg. Vladimir's eyes widened, and he screamed when Taric pulled his foot off. A sickening crack echoed through the dead land which was now this area, and Vladimir's scream accompanied it.

The Hemmomancer fell to the ground and coughed a few times. He was terrified by Taric.

"But… How? Your… Your heart was—"

"Destroyed? That's where you are… Wrong… My heart, is there, where my bones are… As long as my bones are all inside my body, I will live…" Taric answered, but coughs disrupted his breathing. He couldn't even cough blood, since his lungs were gone. He shouldn't be able to breathe or talk! But… He was… The Gem Knight.

Slowly, almost painfully, Taric slumped towards Vladimir, who was laying on the ground. The Hemmomancer's eyes were wide, he was terrified.

"I will end… You… And I will save them! They can not fight you… Only I can…" Taric told Vladimir. The Hemmomancer tried to move back, but his leg hurt really bad. He couldn't move, and so was going to die. Taric was going to kill him.

"And now…" Taric started, his right hand crystallizing, waves of cold and heat erupting from it. "I will take care…" The edge of his knuckles sharpened, and hardened. "That no one from them…" Blue fire erupted from the back of his hand, burning the side of his face and hair. "Has to fight… You…" The fist flew down, with the speed of light, the might of a giant, and the weight of a mountain.

The explosion echoed throughout Valoran. Almost everyone raised their heads to look, and saw, the beam of thunder. The ground shook violently, and the Elders whispered of ancient prophecies.

Taric fell, lifeless, over Vladimir. The Hemmomancer breathed inwards, outwards. Repeating this process a few times, he started screaming. After a few seconds, the screaming turned into laughs.

Taric's attack was focused into destroying a part of the body. However, his sheer willpower had destroyed most of Vladimir's lower half. Yet, his heart and essence remained, thumping and swirling. But he was alive. Which meant one thing…

All would cower before The Vlad.