I OWN NOTHING
I will keep going on with this madness and give it my all! Thank you all for your support, it truly shines so grossly incandescent!
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"Heh, you're pretty good!" Draven pointed with both fingers at Solaire, who pulled his sword out of a groaning monster resembling a cloven-hoofed humanoid with an abominable stench emitting from it. The beast had a feces and poison rotted dagger, and a head covered by gnarled horns.
"I thank you for the kind words, Sir Draven." Solaire replied with a polite bow of the head while a few others groaned. The group he traveled with had slain the foul creatures all throughout their travel to Kalameet's lair. Kindred stepped past several of her own marks, her head turning from side to side to stare at the creatures that bore similar heights to her and even similar appearances to a limited degree.
Wolf panted behind her, "Lamb, do you think these were our siblings? Can we even have siblings?"
She nocked an arrow, firing it at a still alive monster, responding with a soft tone once it had gone still, "I don't know. The flow of time has become convoluted, Wolf. Things we have claimed in the past are emerging into this world, from a point before we have taken them. It does not suit us."
Solaire chuckled softly, walking past Lamb and Wolf towards Darius who drug his axe out of a much larger beast that had wielded an entire tree and bore more of a resemblance to a wolf than a goat, "Sir Darius, have you slain that horrific beast, yet?" The way he said beast had a more profound emphasis when they realized the monsters had vague human features and characteristics. They were mutated men, after all.
"It's dead, so don't worry about it." Darius promised him, cutting the still struggling beast's throat with a brutal swing of his axe, spilling its life blood out like a river. Spinning the gigantic great-axe in his hand, Darius slung it over his back, spitting on the creature for good measure.
"What would you call this beast, then?" Solaire asked Draven, who spun a pair of blades in both hands.
The mustached brother grinned as he looked down on a pair of beasts he had put down, their spears and shields no match for his throwing blades, "I would say, something like… The Ghru!"
"Ghru? What manner of name would that be?" Solaire asked the arrogant man, who laughed with his arms in the air.
Draven felt smart as he spoke, "Well, it's what this one murmured out before it died! Ghru. Must be their species name, don't you think!?" Solaire sheathed his sword, giving a creature further consideration since they had slain many like it. Katarina stood in the background, staring over an entire mound of corpses, Talon walking away from said pile without a single glance backwards.
"Disgusting creatures, would you not say, Sir Solaire?" Cassiopeia asked, slithering toward him and coiling around his appearance for a second before he stepped over her tail.
"Hm. I would argue that you are correct… but the one ahead of us, would you not say she bares more than a little… similarity to you?"
In the midst of a massive poison pool, they saw a figure that brought Cassiopeia's tail to a still. Her expression one of shock, anger, then disgust. It was a similar figure to her, a woman with the body of a snake, but that was where the similarities between them ended. The creature had her entire head removed, clutched in one hand as the other gripped a wicked looking spear.
Wolf spoke to Lamb in genuine shock, "Lamb! How does she breathe and move without her head?! She is alive and dead, and I can feel her between my teeth yet escaping from them!" the two stared at the slithering figure who was being attended to by a group of masked beings who dual wielded twin blades on each hand.
"It is undead, not attached to either the world of the living or those who have passed away!" Solaire both answered Kindred and warned the others as he brought up his shield. "Ending this creature is as much the act of mercy it needs as our only option to remain alive."
"Undead? Like the Shadow Isles!? Rumor and legend speak of the horrors of that nightmarish place." Katarina couldn't help the shudder that went through her body at the thought of dealing with something from the accursed land. Solaire's helmet rose up, and for a brief moment, she felt the breath of the sun shine upon where he stood.
"Undead aren't always bad. Nor are they always nightmarish or evil. Some of the closest men and women I called my loved ones were afflicted with the curse of Undeath. The one who gave me back the light was one such undead. I will never forget that he had a name! And so, in the name of the Knights of Astora, the Sun, and my friends… I fight on!" he didn't hesitate as he leapt from his perch, sliding through the rock and gravel, his shield up and deflecting thrown daggers and blades from the mannequins that noticed him.
One charged through the grime and poisonous blood surrounding it, its twin blades pulled out and clashing with his own. Sparks and greenish colored muck flew through the air, but for all of the rot around him. Solaire did not falter as he clutched a small worn talisman in his shield hand. The buckler placed on his arm.
"If one believes just a little bit with Faith, then one… Can even purify this blighted land!" he kicked the mannequin away and knelt down, prayer and light wreathing him in rings of ancient symbols and light.
Several spheres appeared and cleansed the land around him, forming a path towards the twisted monster that just now noticed him! Mannequins dropped down around him, forming a ring of steel and poisoned blades, some even bore claws ominously at him. Without warning, a meteoric blow smashed the ground, upending a wide spray of rocks and dirt as Darius stood to his full and very impressive height next to Solaire.
"Careful with that noble bright bull shit. I'll think you're a Demacian and not a proper warrior," Darius told him with some veiled respect. The two stepped to the side as whirling axes whizzed past their bodies, ricocheting off another mannequin and flying into the skilled hands of Draven who walked past his brother.
"Don't go all mushy right now, bro, I might think you're growing fond of this guy! But since I, Draven, am so kind… I'll just ignore that soft spot!" Draven threw another axe as fast as he could catch it but was surprised when one of the mannequin's deflected it with its twin blades.
It bore a much more disturbing mask than the odd faced members around it. It was a mask with rounded eye holes, no mask, and what looked like a tear drop going down one eye. It was clearly an elite version of the odd beings around it, as they seemed to defer to it out of a form of respect. It walked towards the trio of men and made a throat slitting gesture with its hand to their shock, anger, and, in Draven's case, outrage. It pointed down at the ground to indicate what it'd do to them.
"I think not, if you want to play a game of assassins, I'll play first." Talon appeared from shadow and mist behind it, his blades flying towards the mannequin which countered them with a trio of thrown knives. The twin killers danced around each other, their blades seeking the others vital areas.
Kindred stood atop the cliff, Wolf flying around Lamb as she placed a hand against her masked cheek. "If he continues to impress me, I very well might feel some form of remorse when we take him again, dear Wolf. What say you?" she asked, notching an air in preparation to fight.
"I think, little Lamb, that we s-GAH!?" They both flinched when poison was flung in an arc and splashed them both. Coughing, Wolf gaped when he noticed that woman below them stared right at them, her spear pointed forward. "The undead can see us!? Damn! Of course, Lamb, they're living and yet we have already taken them!" Wolf might be a bloodthirsty brute, but he could think when he needed to, and Lamb was already dodging thrown knives and arrows, firing back between acrobatically twirls and flips.
"They can see us, that is troublesome. But not unexpected, after all, Solaire can see us." She reminded Wolf gently.
Cassiopeia was coiled around her sister, the red head sitting on the bulky end of the snake-woman's tail before she moved her head in a flick of hair. The fighting had cleared the path to the undead monster, and with a hiss, Cassiopeia charged down the path, poisonous magic coating her nails and fangs, bracing herself with both blades armed and at the ready, Katarina rode atop her sister's back.
"Be careful Lady Cassiopeia!" Solaire's warning brought a flicker of warmth to the serpentine woman's eyes, the knight of Sun braced himself against three different mannequins, their blades dripping poison and pushing their way towards his helmet.
A brief memory flashed through his mind, despite his knees nearly buckling, he recalled what his friend had once told him.
"Solaire, when you are alone against multiple foes, do not hesitate to knock them away from you. The simplest miracles, can sometimes be the most effective, don't you think?"
"When I am in the greatest need, you have always been there. It is because of you, that I will never give up even though death may darken mine eyes!" Clenching his talisman in his hand, Solaire pulled both arms in, the lack of resistance forcing the mannequins off balance for the split second he needed.
A slight vibration was felt by all parties, but that was all they needed to understand that Solaire was now safe. An explosion of force knocked the mask wearing assailants away, enough time for the knight to whirl in an arc, his blade bifurcating each opponent with a single circular cut!
Solaire silently sheathed his blade to add to the effect, a trick that he had been shown by a particular hunter of the forest when he had bested the man and his fellows in martial combat. The rasp of metal meeting metal was all that he needed, as each mannequin collapsed around his body.
He pulled the sword out once more, switching back to the sword and shield combination that had served him so well in his life, he braced himself against the charge of the headless snake woman. Her spear crashed against his study barrier, a clang of both forces meeting echoing throughout the poison filled faux-arena!
"If you truly do hail from the lands I once called home, if things from convoluted timelines are emerging in this formerly peaceful world, then it is my duty to stop them! For my comrades and friends, for my dearest friend, I am Solaire of Astora!" He called sunlight and prayer once more, hopping away as the serpentine foe crashed into the muck behind him. For a brief moment, the sun shone down upon him.
A glimmering ray that supercharged his blade and cast it aglow with irradiant light unseen by any before him. The greatest manifestation of his unyielding belief in his friends, himself, and the dream they had supported with their friendship. For such a brief moment in the dark gloomy swamp, a light shone without compare. A grossly incandescent glow that suffused his body and charged it gold.
"This is the power of my Sunlight Blade! Let the sun shine upon those who fight for Dark and Abyss!" He swung it back, and cleaved several mannequins in half with a single strike. Draven held his hands in front of his face, grinning massively as he watched Solaire charge unimpeded.
"This is the power of a Demacian? No. He came from another land. Astora." Darius said to himself thoughtfully, or as thoughtfully as he could, the idea of a land of brave warriors who channeled the sun bothered him. Until he thought to himself that he rather liked Solaire.
The headless serpentine woman drew back and seemed to recoil as Solaire swung the Sunlight Blade with the strength of a war god behind him. Cleaving her in twine, her head wailed as it fell into the muck, moments before an arrow splintered its head further. It gushed green blood and melted away, an eyeball popping with a disgusting miasma of rot wafting up in a gaseous cloud. Solaire sheathed his blade, the light leaving him while he looked skywards, a smile underneath his helmet.
"I will walk to the Dark, like the hero before me…" he murmured, Katarina walking towards him with her blades over her shoulder.
"A poem?" She inquired, cleaning them off on a mannequin's body, "From Astora I take it?"
Solaire corrected her gently, "A song of war. Astora's knights would sing hymns before every major battle, to inspire each other with their bravery and desire to fight better than the knight before him."
"Here we greet life grimly, and accept it as bitterly," the red-haired assassin told him.
He seemed genuinely nostalgic, humming to himself with a soft chuckle, "Hah hah hah… well, they were good songs for us to sing in the past."
Giving him a soft smile, the woman shook her head, "Where that optimism comes form, I can't tell. However, I won't deny its contagious effects."
"Ah, it is beyond kind of you to say such words," the knight said… and found his right arm grabbed by the snake woman.
"Come on, Sir Solaire, there's a dragon to slay," Cassiopeia said jealously, dragging him away and getting confused looks form her sister and the other warriors of Noxus.
"Did that just happen or is Draven losing his mind?" the mustached executioner questioned his brother, who merely shrugged in response.
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"I actually expected a moldy loaf of bread and gruel from Noxian cooks," Rumble commented when picking up the tray slid into his cell, a large piece of roasted boar on it along a nice stew.
"Can it, fur ball," the jailor growled. "Be thankful that your bucket-headed friend talked his way through the nobles to feed you properly."
Poppy herself sat cross-legged and drank from the cup of fine wine she was given with a pensive look, "Are you really going to be that open about the influence of someone your leader doesn't trust?"
"And make the ones telling us to feed you well mad?" the guard cynically asked. "I'd rather be in the execution show with Draven and my bum hairs as my only covering. Consider yourselves lucky."
"How does the guy charm his way through Noxian nobility?" the mecha piloting Yordle asked the hammer wielder.
"Well, he's already made us consider joining his knight order, did he not?" Poppy asked with her long ears twitching slightly, looking away with a blush and a soft giggle. "Silly as it is… it doesn't sound bad…"
Narrowing his eyes, the other Yordle blanched, "Did… did you already fall for him?"
Rumble would have no recollection of the question when the sound barrier was broken from the Yordle girl's punch to his face.
As for the noble knight of Astora, he and his new merry gang of murder-happy Noxians plus spectral hunters approached the lair of the dragon. Boastful as he was, Draven gulped at the sight of the desolated land, a field filled with the bodies of his countrymen. Katarina scowled when seeing the banners and blood staining them as well as the catapults. Wolf sneered at a foul smell tainting the blood, something Lamb hadn't thought her partner could feel. Darius kept his hand on his axe and a watchful eye, but lowered his head to honor his fallen comrades. Even Cassiopeia felt the grim atmosphere overtake her…
Solaire stood firm for a moment as he walked to the body of a soldier… and knelt before him, "O brave warrior, allow me to carry your spirit and to cleanse your regrets from this realm… Grant me your strength to see through your mission in protecting your kin, your land, and your honor…"
Darius would've scoffed at the softness of such heart, but Solaire's sincerity and the respect the man showed the duty of a warrior was something he'd die defending if he saw any fool insult it, "We shall do so, but first we must find the one responsible."
"Aye…" Solaire nodded and stood tall. "I fear that the black dragon is already flying on the wing."
Raising an eyebrow, Draven drawled out his question while preparing his throwing axes, "Oh? And how do you know that? I think that's ridiculous…"
Pointing skywards with one finger, the group went quiet. Soaring through the sky was a beast unlike any other. A pitch-black creature that flew on wings big enough to cleave a cloud through and through when it soared past it, a long pointy mouth with an almost needle thin countenance. What struck them as an unnatural element of this warped dragon, was the glimmering red gem set in the center of the beast's head.
As it flew, it left behind it an ever-growing land scape that had been burned and scorched, black flames licking the ruined land behind it. It spied them just as they did it, and as it circled around, it let loose a thought-annihilating screech that echoed in their ears. Landing upon a great tower, it clutched at the ruined tiles and bricks as they fell like grey rain droplets.
Looming in front of them, as the sun let its rays gasp through a choking cloying nest of dark clouds, was an arena that had Katarina appreciatively whistle, "The beast has a flair for drama." She commented even as she prepared her twin blades while Cassiopeia reared back, hissing at the creature.
Swords and spears, axes, maces, flails, mauls, armored corpses, and all manner of weapons were buried in the dying hill that the tower stood upon. Most of them were recent, and had died in fire, some it had their bodies partially torn apart, and others were merely crushed by their fallen comrades. It was as much of a warning as it was a place the dragon had prepared for itself.
'Dare thee approach?' it seemed to ask, one corpse had its eyeball burnt and mulched to a thin jelly pour slowly out of its ruined skull. A brick crushing its body with nary more than a sound, and a soft gasp as the air within the corpse was squeezed out with a whimpering expulsion. This omen was enough to weaken the knees of lesser men. But not a single member of the Noxians at his side, or Kindred, felt fear. Only grim determination and a desire to perform the greatest task a knight could ever be asked. Dragon slaying.
"A graveyard and hill of swords. They're blooming from the earth, and the men and women it has buried here. My comrades, are thy sword hands ready?" Solaire asked them, sword and shield ready.
Everyone gave a nod of determination and approached the terrifying dragon with steeled eyes and strong hearts. Kalameet stared them down, opening his maw with a low, bestial growl from the depths of its throat as if inviting them to meet their end deep down its gullet. In spite of that, the Noxians glared while the lamb and wolf readied themselves for the attack. Solaire himself raced forth…
With a flap of its wings, the creature pushed back Katarina and Lamb, the mighty gales nearly sending them flying!
"Grr, this creature's no joke!" the red-haired assassin growled.
Placing himself between her and the beast, Solaire used his shield to keep her and Lamb from leaving the ground when Kalameet created another powerful gust of wind with its powerful wings, "It wants us to falter and fall back! Divided we will be easy prey for this beast!"
"Thus, a challenge for Draven!" the mustached showman exclaimed as he ran to the side, his brother still charging forward. Once he got to the side, the flashy executioner threw his choice weapon at the wings, "It is curtains for you, beast!"
Kalameet didn't even register the blades which bounced off its iron-hard scales, shocking the younger of the axe-wielding brothers. It did, however, raise its tail to swing it at Draven, whose response was a short if unsavory swear before jumping and rolling over the tail. With no choice but to run to his weapons to rearm himself, he watched as the others took charge.
"Katarina, Cassiopeia here!" Rushing to his side, Solaire held aloft his shield, clutching the talisman in his hand, and muttering a prayer underneath his breath. The ground below them flowed as several runic circles formed underneath his body, lifting and glowing gold as he announced with sudden clarity, "Great Magic Barrier: Shield!" Concentrating the raw holy power into his primary tool for defense, the Sunlight pierced through the grey rolling bank of clouds and mist.
The black flames that scorched even the darkness rolled over them just as his shield arm placed itself to block the surge of fire. Each ring of holy light surrounded his shield, transforming it through holy might into a great shield to protect against the flames that licked below them. Katarina nodded at her sister, holding one dagger in her hand, and then throwing it over Solaire's shoulder. The snake woman wrapped herself protectively around the knight of the sun.
The spinning dagger flew, soaring right towards the target as Kalameet flapped each wing to lift its onyx-scaled body into the air. Clipping the hard bone of its wings, the knife glowed, Katarina blinking towards it so she could throw her second dagger into the skin of its wing. With a shriek that near broke her ear drums, Kalameet struggled to remain in the air, and as it twisted sinuously about to try and rip her apart, she was already on the move. Agilely running across the opposite wing, her sense of balance in a supreme state of focus, she threw another dagger, blinking to that one in midair.
Despite seeming at a disadvantage, her face gained a cool smirk as Kalameet's black fire was hushed when a flurry of arrows pierced its maw and forced the beast to screech. Lamb notched an arrow, her tone one of calm and patience, "Dear wolf, dearest Wolf. I have a request for you."
"What is it, Lamb?"
"Rip and tear for me, would you kindly?" She requested, and her worse half howled in response as more arrows flew like whistling white reeds. "Rip and tear, until the beast is done."
Draven finally got his hands on his axes, grinning at his older brother who charged past him, the man snatching a mighty great lance up from a fallen comrade, "So we're going to compete to see who has the better aim at last, eh big brother?"
"Not now, Draven!" The showboating braggart gave the running equivalent of a shrug, flashing his brother a smirk as he crossed his throwing axes together. When he threw them, they spun to the point where both formed a primitive yet effective buzz saw. The whirligig saw tore through the dragon's second wing, and as it shrieked Wolf latched onto the already fraying first, tearing it apart and shredding it. Darius hurled his lance at the dragon next, his body twisting with the force of the motion for added torque, piercing it through its shoulders, and pinning its wings together, all of this combined successfully grounded it.
It landed and threw up a great cloud of dust, bodies, and gore as it struggled to rise to its feet. The swirling motes of corpse-dust formed a grey shroud over it, forming a terrifying backdrop as the piercing red light of its gemstone let them see its outline. Far from defeated or dissuaded from killing them, Kalameet had come down to Earth, ready to fight and kill.
Its body towered above them, tail flicking like a whip and bringing the cloud of dust away, black flames dancing amidst the now fully enraged reptile.
Wrapped around Solaire and his body, Cassiopeia could feel the pulse and rhythm of his heart. Slow and steady, never once given into fear or doubt. "Allow me to adapt my signature attack." He requested of her, holding out his talisman and holding it skywards. Like the cracks of a prison wall breaking to show the day light outside their bleak confines, orange sunlight flowed to his hand as he extended his talisman out.
'The miracles and tales told of how mighty lord Gwyn, father of the God's, and a king greater than all before him once brought down flights of Dragon's upon the wing... Let us test the power of his soul now.'
An image passed through his mind unbidden. A knight charging forward, sword and fist raised, darkness and flame together as he protected his friend. As always, recklessly running ahead, trusting with utter faith that the one behind him would be there. His shield deflected the burning Lord's Blade, opening him up for attacks before he managed to send the two men tumbling away once more. It was Solaire who inherited Gwyn's might as a Warrior of Sunlight.
'The power of the Lord's Soul, a righteous skill born of faith to the Sun and faith to the God's. Let both know the power of the Sun! The strength I now call my own, and once more! Let the Sun shine upon this fell dragon!' The internal prayer was completed with faith and light uniting as one, the flecks of glowing light completing a transcendent transformation.
A great orange colored lightning bolt forming in his gasp, the jagged tip of which begun to splinter and break apart, "Sunlight Spear: Thunderstorm!" As he hurled the mighty spear of sunlight, Cassiopeia and Katarina both caught a front row seat watching his arm pull back with the spear in hand. To all present he appeared as if a War God. A triumphant hero standing against the approaching darkness in front of him. Solaire flung his fist forward, the dragon seeing his eyes within his helmet locked upon it. Black flames bursting forth from its maw and being pushed aside as he completed his throw. The orange spear was as one with its master, pushing away the black abyssal flames with ease. Before it broke into a hundred smaller bolts.
Each one striking Kalameet and causing it to roar, its scales cracked and peeling off as Solaire lowered his hand, panting at the heavy cost to his energy reserves. It was testament to his astounding stamina that he did not falter for even a second, his breath steadied, and his body grew firm.
"My, you're a tenacious one." The snake woman teased, finding that very appealing to her interests as he held out sword and shield once more. "You might make me fall in love with you."
His tone was light despite the battle around them, and he said sincerely back, "I would only hope to have one as fair as you have warm feelings for me."
Cassiopeia might have fainted had they not been fighting a bloodthirsty dragon, the blood rushing to her face a clear indication the knight's words hit her to the core.
Kalameet was truly laid low, struggling to stay alive as its body shuddered. The pulsing light of the gemstone embedded in its head was dying. A red glow that dimmed as its heart gave out on it. Kindred's arrows could bring death to any being they touched instantly. Even a Great Dragon was weakened by them. As Solaire approached, it was Katarina who realized the threat first. The beast lifted its head up, a red psionic wave launching forward and throwing Solaire skywards!
Below, he could see the ground rushing towards him, and even with his strength he felt that the fall would break him if not kill him…were it not for a thrown dagger hanging, temptingly, in the air above him. When he reached out, the woman blinked above him, her hand grasping his before she tossed him forward. Talon, who had wisely stayed away while the battle was fought, made his move then.
The assassin ran up the side of the crumbling castle, kicking himself off when he had seen his adoptive sister in motion. Thanks to his momentum, he pushed Solaire back, whereupon he was caught in the coils of Cassiopeia who cradled him. Darius swung his axe down and cleaved Kalameet's gem from its head, and with the same motion its head as well.
Draven boasted to the assassin, "Took you long enough to join the fight! Were you too in awe with-"
"I'm doing my job as a man in the shadows, observing and waiting for an opening," Talon cut off the frowning executioner, whose brother scoffed for a different reason.
"Bastard wanted you alone, Sir Hero. The thing can think." Darius snarled under his breath.
The scene of death and gore frustrated him, the proud warriors who died fighting the Abyssal Dragon had not done so in vain. But still… Such sights were sickening.
"Your brethren did not die in vain," He turned to the soft words of Solaire with surprise once more in his face at the man's kindness as together the Noxians and their new ally looked upon the battlefield.
Even Draven wore a rare expression of acknowledgment. Staring at the fallen soldiers who had sacrificed their lives to hold the line. It was a sobering view. But above them, as the tower crumbled into ruins, the sun gently giving up its ray, he felt like the sacrifices made were worth it.
"No, they did not," Darius added. Lifting Kalameet's head, he swung it out and into a carrying bag. "Solaire. Take this. You've earned it." He said, pressing the bag into the knight's hand. "Present this to General Swain, and we will vouch for you. You've successfully done what was asked, it is the way of Noxus to uphold a sworn duty. And if he refuses… we stand witness to your success. The Yordles will be free and you will be granted permission to go where you please."
"My gratitude for your aid knows no bounds, my friends," Solaire told them and offered a hand, which Darius gladly took. "As I stand, a knight in search of his own sun, I will be glad calling you all my friends…"
"Not so sure…" Draven walked around, holding his chin with a smirk and a mock-pensive look. "Draven cannot be outshined by the likes of you, nor can he-"
"Ignoring the boorish man, we accept your comradery as well, Solaire of Astora," Katarina added, ignoring the flamboyant executioner's dirty look.
"As do I," Talon nodded at the man.
"Same here, my good knight," Cassiopeia even giggled like a lovestruck little girl.
Watching from the side, both Wolf and Lamb stared… a mixture of feelings stirring inside them as the more brutal of the two couldn't avoid the question, "This… warmth he exudes… I do not desire to harm it… Tell me now, Lamb, what sorcery is this? My fangs and claws would tear apart others as idealistic as him, but why can't I bring myself to wish this man harm…?"
"Oh dear Wolf, I wish I had the answer, but…" looking at the knight as he and the others prepared to leave, Lamb sighed. "I wish to enjoy his companionship more… Do you?"
"Far more than I ever imagined…" Wolf confessed.
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And that's my rap!
Huge thanks to The Lord Of Pages for the help with the Kalameet fight, he's the Dark Souls and League of Legends expert lending me a hand because I'm not enough of a madman to dive into every willy-nilly lore change. Let people know what's what instead of, I don't know, deciding that Ahri is now part succubus… I hope I haven't given Riot any ideas…
Swordslinger out!