A/N: So, people, I will put this story on hold... Kind of ran out of inspiration, even thoguh IT IS ALL UP HERE, IN MY HEAD! Well, this is the last part of Chapter 1, and... Thank you all for reading. I hope you guys like it, for there will be a while untill I upload a new part. Oh, and also, tell me what you would like to see in the next chapter!
As the weapons clashed, the demi-god smiled. Jax was improving faster than expected, he was, indeed, a great student and his title was not misplaced. The grandmaster at arms was much more than met the eye, because even though a lot of people could easily recognize him, they would not think he was something so great, because he was covered by all those torn clothes.
After Nasus had announced to the others that today would be a sparring session, Zac and Irelia had decided to come and watch how the grandmaster and the curator were landing blows and blocking others. The spar was already going on for a few hours, and Jax was having difficulties keeping up with Nasus. This was his limit, or at least the brim of the cup. The amount of hours Jax was spending to learn how to use the Wuju style, was about as much as Nasus spent on his books before they arrived. The demi-god was pleasantly surprised when Draven had told him of the refugee camp's survival. It was important that the rest of the champions, not affiliated with Noxus, lived through it. If they were to rebel against the evils of the High Command, led by Swain. Swain... He was truly an amazing tactician, because of his ability to hunt down Jax and try to kill him.
Yet Jax was much better than simple assassination attempts, and had developed a plan with which he managed to evade death. Something like the ancient Hokrukses, which Nasus had managed read about.
After deflecting another blow, Nasus found an opening and moved with as much speed as he could. Jax dropped his axe and lifted his hands in surrender. Nasus withdrew his weapon and sighed. It was a mbout a month since they had arrived, and no one knew about their location. The demi-god was pleased to know no one would interrupt his job.
"I think it is over." Nasus commented. "Yet this time you lasted much longer. Considering that you are learning for only a month. But, since you are our Grandmaster at arms, it is understandable." Jax simply nodded, putting his hands on his knees. It was impossible for him to keep entering the Alpha walk after the first hour. Although, there was almost nobody who could keep up with the Alpha walk. But, some could, and this would be bad for Jax, since his ability to kill an opponent swiftly depended on the Alpha walk.
Nasus turned to look at the viewers, who were sitting on the floor just outside the training range. Irelia was in a much better condition than the day of their arrival. Seemed as if the medicine Nasus was applying to her food was finally taking effect. She was almost allways sitting on the floor and watching Jax train. It was probably what brought her comfort, after what happened to her homeland and friends.
Zac, however, was a different story. He was a tidy little fella, who wasn't fit in the position of murderers, more like a hero, a savior of people. As much as Nasus knew he could be a spy, something about his personality told the Curator that Zac was no spy. The little green man was cheering for Jax half way through the sparring match, but at the end he went silent. Wasting so much energy in shouting one name was not a clever deed.
"Next time, you BEAT him!" Cheered Zac again and smiled. The grin looked goofy and stupid, but Zac meant it. He was adorable, in his unique way.
"Well, that's next time. For now I think you will need some rest, Ja-" He was interrupted by a shattering explosion, and with the ceiling shaking. Some debris fell down, but no one was hit.
Draven came sprinting in the hall, as surprised as everyone else.
"What is the meaning of this?" Nasus raised his voice, and its thundering strength overthrew the explosion's echo. He looked around, and then signaled the group to follow him.
When they reached the main entrance, they saw the reason behind the explosion. Three figures, familiar in their being and existence, were destroying random objects. One of then was a small, childish figure. The second was of a man, and the third was a spider-like being. Annie, Pantheon and Elise. However, when Nasus' eyes got a better view on the trio, he noticed that their skins and eyes were not what they had been before. Gray skin color, and yellow, dull eyes. Death reeked from them. But, strangely enough, they didn't seem to notice Nasus and his group. Instead, they were chafing after a familiar, white clothed black man.
"Lucian!" Nasus called, and readied his weapon as the trio of undead turned to look at him. He dashed forward, and his left hand extended skywards, calling the wither to bind the undead. The Purifier lifted his pistols, or whatever they were, and started shooting at the slowed enemies. At first it seemed as if the resurrected champions were going to fall easily, but the particles which Lucian shot were not affecting the walking corpses at all.
Nasus grunted, the wither would wear off soon, and it was not going to be a good thing. He grabbed the staff with both of his hands. An arm reached out from the ground, and wrapped around Nasus' leg.
The Demi-God pulled his leg and with the arm came a big head with a small body. Heimerdinger, at least what remained from him. Some of the yordle's body parts were flailing around as if he had no bones. Nasus managed to wring the undead off his leg, and looked around. Even more arms were starting to appear out of nowhere, and he could say he started recognizing some of the limbs' owners.
The hand of Renekton was the first to attract his attention. The scaly fingers wrapped around the sand, and then pushed.
"Run." He whispered. The others hesitated. "RUN, you FOOLS!" Roared the demigod, as his eyes narrowed. Jax whispered something and pulled Irelia and Zac with him. Lucian was looking for a while, staring at the creatures which resembled the Champions of the League. After a while, he nodded to Nasus and fled, following swiftly after the trio. Draven was the only one left. He only looked. Just staring into the undead monsters. Most he recognized, others his memory had deleted.
"Draven, I want you to watch over Jax. Will you do it?" Asked Nasus, clutching his staff.
"I… I will." Replied the Executioner and ran. Nasus grunted. There were about twenty or more undead Champions walking towards him. He growled and spun his staff.
As Nasus was engaging in a hopeless battle, a shadowy figure was climbing the roof of the temple, which now lays in ruins.
The demigod mauled and block, parried and chunked off giant pieces of flesh and destroyed everything his hands and weapon could reach.
Everything stopped.
Nasus couldn't breathe. He couldn't move. But his enemies couldn't move as well. They were frozen, in a stasis, something like the spell the summoners had used to stop a battle between Noxus and Demacia, which was about to destroy Kalamanda, a small mining village in the middle of Valoran. But this was much stronger.
A figure crawled towards him. Cloaked, wearing a white robe man moved slowly towards him. A short beard was covering the lower half of his face, while the left side looked as if it had fallen off at one point of the man's life, and was sued back up. There were a few pieces of leather strapped to his head, as if to stop wounds from reopening again. There was a circular object hovering above his head, but the interesting thing was that it had a crack in the middle, just above his forehead. There was a giant sniper rifle on his back, and it did look scarier than Caitlynn's weapon. There was also a smaller gun, more like a pistol, easily the size of Graves' shotgun strapped to the man's side. Last, but the most threatening of his appearance weapon, was a giant, two-handed blade. It was probably going to be hard for Nasus to lift it with one hand, but the man who was walking towards him was simply holding it in his right palm, barely executing any force at all.
"So… Thy Oath of Thy Nomad has been broken…" Whispered the man, who was starting to inflict more and more fear in Nasus, a feeling the demigod had not felt in a while. The ex-champion was starting to doubt the humanoid origins of the creature in front of him. He noticed the blade was covered in a grey substance, and underneath it had small runes scribed close to the hilt. What worried Nasus was that the material which created the substance was well known to him. It was used by him and the summoners in the days he would visit Renekton to see his brother. This material dulled the weapon's strength, made it heavier and completely removed the threat of a cut appearing on a hit person.
"Speak, for thy Savior has allowed it…" Said Nasus' companion, and the demigod felt a surge of tickling electricity run over him. His mouth opened wide. "Answer thy question… Is thy being here… Allowed by thy Savior…" Whispered the creature, looking at the ground. It's eyes were not yet uncovered, for Nasus felt they were something which would traumatize him for life… If he lived through this. He was afraid, yet he feared even more, because he knew what was the creature talking about. The Nomad had challenged Nasus in a duel, and they ended in a stalemate. The Nomad swore an Oath to aid Nasus whenever he needed it. However, he was no where to be seen when the catastrophe appeared.
"Where is… The Nomad?" Asked the demigod, trying to earn a glance from the man in front of him. He failed.
"Thy Nomad… Has been reduced to dust, and blown away in Thy endless Fire…" Whispered, once again, the creature. Nasus was almost amazed, for the man in front of him claimed that… The Nomad had lost to somebody, and was now burning in… Hell? But, that was hardly achievable, since Nasus and the Nomad were the only ones who could rival each other's skill in combat.
"How… Who… Reduced the—"
"Thy Savior…" Answered the creature, turning it's gaze towards Nasus. Two, red orbs started into his soul. Red irises, red eyeballs, everything as red. Bloody red.
"And Thy Savior…" His hand dropped the sword to the ground, and pulled the giant weapon from his back. Nasus' eyes tried to widen, but they couldn't.
"Will send Thy Enemy…" The weapon was inches away from Nasus' head. He could see the little fire burning down its throat, just like a dragon would do before burning its victim to a crisp.
"To burn…"
The weapon fired.
End Of Chapter I