Unstable Matters Chapter 1: Let's Bounce

Have you ever wondered what it's like in the Institute of War? A facility filled to the brim with the deadliest collection of arcane magics, smack dab in the middle of the two largest and prominent city-states. A place that anyone with a brain would stay away from, and not voluntarily join because of some delusions to contributing to a higher cause?

When you look into a metaphorical "rabbit hole," you're supposed to be cautious about how deep it can go.

I didn't expect to catch "Kitty-Kat" and her "Street Rat" (LeBlanc's words) going through my room would throw me into an adventure from the Institute, to the streets of Zaun, to the skyscrapers of Piltover, and the ports in Bilgewater just to get answers I knew I wouldn't like.

Sometimes I wonder if I had an actual brain, I would have been smart enough to just pretend that we never spoke that afternoon.

I then I wouldn't have realized how big the world was, and how heavy it weighed.

-From Zac, aka The Secret Weapon, Champion from Zaun, and Member of the League of Legends.

"Welcome to Summoner's Rift!"

There was something about the calm voice of the faceless announcer that Zac didn't mind hearing. Even after hearing it every time he had been summoned to fight on the rift.

The four words were like a signal. A switch. A green flag (or a red one). The old world was ending, and another was beginning. For normal people the idea of entering a jungle and forest filled gladiatorial arena against monsters and superhumans alike would be scary. Terrifying, even. But not for the Secret Weapon, or at least, not anymore.

"Can I get the first blue?"

A lightly sweetened voice took him out of his thoughts. Standing next to him with her arms behind her back innocently, Ahri the nine-tailed fox looked up at him with eyes that knew how unreasonable her request was.

"Don't waste that buff on her." Turning his head to his other side, Katarina Du Couteau idly juggled one of her throwing knives from each hand. "Give the second one to me. I'll get ahead of the prince's pet dragon, and start roaming to other lanes."

"Ladies, ladies, please." Zac didn't need to turn around to know who was speaking behind him. "I'm not called the Glorious Executioner for nothing. Draaaven will show you how it's done. Victory riding on a wave of endless spinning axes, thrown by the hands of yours truly. A victory this swift has never been done in the history of—"

Tuning out Draven from his mind, the Secret Weapon waited for the last member of his team to speak her pitch to him. But when nothing came, he turned his neck around to see if anything was wrong. Leona, the Radiant Dawn, stood like a living ray of sunshine with her iconic sword and shield ready, and just as silent as one too. Her eyes were elsewhere, and it seemed like her mind hadn't been paying attention at all to what her team had been saying in front of her.

"A gold for your thoughts?" Zac finally asked over Draven who was still talking, which worked to break Leona out of her thoughts.

"Hmm? Oh. I don't need it." Leona set her shield down firmly, and the weight of it alone threatened to crack the arcane stone bricks underneath her feet. "Even if I have no powers at my disposal, I will protect all of you."

"So can I have it?" Ahri asked again, this time scooting even closer to his side.

"I'll think about it," he said neutrally to blow her off, not looking her way as he strode out of the starting fountain and into the dense jungles of Summoner's Rift.

"Minions will spawn in thirty seconds!"

The point between both nexus' was exactly nineteen thousand units apart from each other. Units of what, well, after a year of fighting Zac still had no idea.

But what he did know about was the organized chaos that was in between. Three lanes leading a never-ending tide of magic golems called minions into war against their identical counterparts, their paths guarded by two towers each, and a forest jungle populated by monsters of varying degrees of ferocity and toughness. Navigating through a world concealed by an artificial fog seemed like a daunting task, and Zac had heard stories about how the jungle was downright intimidating for new Summoners. But for the highest-ranking Summoners that studied their craft, and for Champions like him, every step forward was like clockwork. Each camp taken, each ability used, every second spent in the jungle was about maximizing resource allocation in a game that often determined the fates of others outside of the arena.

No invasions? Zac looked over the large stone wall as best he could, knowing that just over the artificial pile of rocks was the dividing river that separated the territory of both teams. At any moment and time the five enemy Champions of the opposing team could run up the dirt ramp of the river, invading his side of the jungle and compromising even the most well planned out starting strategy. Alone at the pit of the Ancient Golem, there would be no help if the enemy sprung out of hiding and surrounded him. Not even his ability to reconstruct himself after death would be enough to save him if it came down to that.

But the radio silence in his head meant that the Summoners overseeing the match on his side detected no such maneuvers. For the beginning of one more match, he was safe from an unexpected death.

Who is on the enemy team? Closing his eyes to think, he scratched his chin in thought hoping he could remember before the last few seconds of peace he had would come to an end. And what was this match about again?

Most Champions fought for ideas and causes they believed in. For monsters that came from the void, or simply super humans seeking a challenge or to use the Institute's authority to avert a crisis, the struggles of nations against each other was a trifle. But for neutral Champion, it was hard to avoid seeming like a glorified mercenary when most of the fighting done on Summoner's Rift were for causes foreign to them. Each had their reasons, and Zac having no loyalties to his homeland was not unique.

Zaun was a land unlike any other on Runeterra. Modern by Demacian and Noxian standards, yet backward in so many other ways. His birth and childhood there was as symbolic to the city-state as the impoverished masses, mad scientists, and chem barons that ruled over the concrete chemical riddled city. Of course he had received countless solicitations, offers, and even bribes to put his fists to work for Zaun. And although he was not ashamed to admit that it was his home, it did not feel right to fight in the Institute of War representing such a confusing and screwed up world.

Was this supposed to be a practice match? Thinking about it some more, it didn't seem likely. For what limited interaction he had with other Champions, he knew that Ahri and Katarina were very popular with many Summoners. It was hard to believe that they had time to spare for something without any political or monetary value like a practice match. Shoot. I don't remember.

"Minions have spawned!"

The three words spoken into the minds of everyone on the rift meant that it would be forty more seconds before every part of the match started. Stretching his arms, Zac readied himself to take on the Ancient Golem that would soon magically spawn.

The Ancient Golem was one of two bigger monsters in the jungle; a vaguely humanoid stone creation that could see with a mono-stone eye. It walked about in an awkward waddle, but each swing of its first brought down punishing blows for even the strongest Champion to tank. It was also accompanied by a pair of out of place young lizards, for reasons he never questioned.

Glad I never skip breakfast. Without warning the Ancient Golem popped into existence just to be destroyed, and he readied himself to do just that. Throwing a first forward, it didn't matter where his first punch landed. All of the monsters in the jungle had features like normal creatures, but it was just for show. Their lives didn't rely on blood and guts; just numbers. It was all part of the magic that made up Summoner's Rift, and the same magic that made the League of Legends more than just a competition of raw strength or arcane talent.

But for good measure, he aimed his first punch right for the monoeye of the rock monster.

Letting out a craggy war cry, the stone monstrosity raised its large moss-covered arm and slammed it down against the Secret Weapon. At the same time, the two young lizards came to artificial life, attacking him with tiny blades in one of their hands with the other holding a wooden shield. When Zac blocked the blow from the Ancient Golem out of instinct; it was a symbolic reaction more than anything else. He would take damage from the monster regardless if he were able to intercept or block the attack. How all Champions lived and died were governed by the system of statistics preloaded into the magic of the Rift. It was the only way to ensure some degree of fairness among all of the different members in the League since the real equivalents of most jungle monsters posed little threats to certain Champions. It had taken him a while to get used to the idea of ignoring the vicious attacks of the different monsters in each encampment, and when he followed up his first punch with a two-fisted Stretching Strike, it was driven by instinct.

Champion and jungle monster traded blow for blow, until finally, the Ancient Golem fell over backward before crumbling into a pile of ruined rubble. With the large monster dispatched, Zac quickly killed off the two younger lizards and moved south to his next objective.

Wolf pit next, and then back to the fountain? Or maybe I could do a full clear of the jungle in my first run.

The role of Summoners in matches on Summoner's Rift could vary greatly depending on both the preference of the Champion and the skill of the Summoner. Some Champions preferred to be in constant communication with their Summoner, while others preferred to work by themselves with the bare minimum amount of support. So too, many Champions respected the knowledge and insight veteran Summoners possessed, while others simply did not care. Becoming a skilled Summoner was more than just about studying musty tomes and winning matches. People who could build strong relationships with Champions were a rare breed among people who were already the cusp of human potential.

But so far there were no announcements of first blood, or some other decisive event. No verbal warnings, or loud sounds Summoners could use to alert their allies to changing situations. Some degree of silence was normal when a match had only started, but in his experience deadly accidents and costly mistakes could happen at any time.

Unable to see anything but the deep overgrowth of the jungle, he decided to press on.

Next up on his path would be the Wolf pit, home to the creatively named the Giant Wolf, and two Lesser Wolves at its side. All three wolves were a lot less weak than the Ancient Golem, but at the price of their attacks being faster and more ferocious.

Just as with the Ancient Golem, the three wolves were dealt with one at a time. Zac rained blows down on the Giant Wolf, until it simply fell over and disappeared into nothing. The two Lesser Wolfs were dispatched even faster, with a combination of his abilities that took care of both of them at the same time.

Why is it so quiet? Exiting from a pathway in the jungle, he crossed into the middle lane and made his way through to the other side of the map. Normally he could hear the echos of battle radiating out from the center of the middle lane, but the path he had crossed was strangely silent. Magic users slinging spells and fighting each other were hardly the definition of silent, and the lack of mental contact from his Summoner was strange as well. Summoners tasked with the role of Jungler were supposed to take a special spell called Smite to aid their Champion in clearing out the big monsters from the camps. Zac was a lot more robust than other Champions, and could regenerate much of the damage he took from the jungle monsters by picking up pieces of himself that he naturally shed from using his abilities. When the unknown Summoner hadn't used Smite on the Ancient Golem, he had assumed it was part of an unspoken strategy to be put for use later.

With curiosity getting the better of him, when he made it to the Wraith pit he moved in between the ragged specters and up to the large stone wall of the enclosure. The haunted spirits sharing the pit with him were nothing but replicas of the real thing, and any emotions he could glean from their haunted faces were also imitations to make them seem more realistic.

Hey! Is anyone there? It was still weird trying to communicate with Summoners who oversaw the match on the Rift. Communication was done through special rooms in the Institute of War, and the arcane mechanisms inside that allowed the Summoners participating to cast spells, activate items, and dictate their control over the battlefield. As far as he knew there was no instruction manual on how to send thought messages, versus not sending thoughts that he did not want to be shared. Is this thing on? Summoner? Anyone?

"LEONA! Come out and face me!"

It took Zac a second to realize that the shouting he was hearing wasn't coming from off the battlefield. It was coming from the middle of the lane he had just noted as being strangely silent, and he recognized the voice immediately; Diana, the self-titled Scorn of the Moon.

Ugh. Why are so many women in the League so bloodthirsty?

"You will not deny me!" Diana continued to shout, in what he assumed was for some purpose of having the Summoners on his team notice and relay to Leona who was in the bottom lane. Scaling the rock wall as best he could, he peered over the wall of the Wraith pit and the stone wall the lined the riverbank in the center of the map.

Minions from both sides were still engaged in a silent battle to the death with each other, but that wasn't what he was looking for. Zac felt himself grimace when his eyes locked on to the Scorn of the Moon, who was standing over a very ragged looking nine-tailed fox. Judging by the scrapes and bruises on both of them, the fight had not been one-sided, but Diana had prevailed in the end.

"Come out and face me! Or I'll finish this damned vixen right here and now!"

Wonderful. A hostage situation, he inwardly sighed. Sliding back down the wall of the Wraith pit, Zac took a second to stop and think.

Even if he had the element of surprise on his side, would he be able to fight Diana alone? How hurt was Ahri? And would he be able to get any help from his team? All he knew was that needed more information; he couldn't risk getting one of his allies killed by rushing in on his own. There was no way to tell what other dangers were lurking unseen, since his Summoner had been silent the entire time and not providing information on the movements of the enemy team.

Summoners, can you hear me? Hey! Summoner!

It took a few seconds for him to get an answer; much longer than he knew it should take.

We are here. Ahri in the middle lane isn't answering our summons. Can you see what's happening?

Zac couldn't help but roll his eyes at his handler's cluelessness. He did not remember anything about the match involving novice Summoners who would not know how important it was to stay in contact with Champions for the duration of a battle. But there was no time to give his Summoner a crash course on the basics of how to win matches on Summoner's Rift.

Yeah. We have a bit of a problem here, was all he could think of to say back. Wake up and take a look for yourselves.

Normally Summoners would filter out any unnecessary chatter from their messages. Proper coordination of strategies required constant communication, and needless chatter beside clear information and direct orders would get in the way of conducting fights on the Rift. But he could hear their hushed whispers and accusations in his head. What little teamwork existed was rapidly breaking down, and it seemed as if the Summoners on his team were blaming each other for their oversights this early into the match.

But before anything else, a sound jolted him out of his thoughts. There were many sounds he had become accustomed to listening for since he had started fighting in the League. Champion specific sounds. All champions in the League made some sort of noises that were distinctive to their fighting styles, and this one was no different.

Zac jerked backward out of reflex, pushing himself as tight as he could go against the walls of the wraith pit as a whirlwind of red and sharpened steel descended almost cutting him in two. After deadly the maelstrom stopped, Katarina the Sinister Blade stood in front of him wiping the ichor of the slain wraiths off of a long dagger. She looked down briefly at her handiwork, before flashing him a wicked smile.

"What's going on?" she demanded in a forceful but casual way completely expected of her.

"See for yourself," he whispered, pointing a finger over the walls of the Wraith pit. He watched her glance over the wall for half a second, and knew that she understood the situation. "I'm not getting any answers from our Summoners. Is Leona coming from bottom lane?"

"No. She and Draven are just starting to damage their first tower and I don't want them to stop."

"So they had you come instead?"

"As if I need their approval to do anything," Katarina scoffed, giving Zac a look of disdain for his insinuation. "I came because I could hear her from the top lane. I've got three minutes before the dragon bitch will make it back from her fountain. We need to do something, quick."

"Yeah, I understand," he found himself agreeing, right as Diana began to break into a new rant about something he didn't understand. Around her minions from both sides of the map were still engaged in mortal combat with each other, oblivious to the situation between them. "I'm not sure how much I can take from her though. My Summoner didn't use Smite on the Ancient Golem when I started my clear."

"If she doesn't have any items either, you can stand up to her fine. Don't be a coward."

"Easy for you to say. I don't even have all of my skills unlocked."

Katarina rolled her eyes, before shooting him a wicked grin. "Forget our Summoners. I have a better plan."

"Yeah?" Zac asked, with a brow raised. "And what's that?"

"It's a classic: you distract her, and I'll stab her."

Without giving him a chance to retort, she disappeared from the pit just as fast as she had appeared.

"Yeah, sounds good. Because I just love testing out how durable I am," Zac grumbled before stretching his arms out. Staring at his limbs a little apprehensively, he could feel the arcane magic of the items his Summoner had purchased for him flowing through him. Curling his arm and watching his goo fold and bend into an impressive layer of slimy muscle, he let out a deep breath and ran around the corner of the Wraith pit toward the middle lane.

Well, here goes nothing.

"HEY! MOONLIGHTER!" Running around the corner of the stone wall along the riverbank, Zac kept running until he was in the center of the middle lane between the two lanterns that marked the path down into the river. He gave a quick look toward the bushes growing from the shallow mouth of the river, but could see no signs of where Katarina had disappeared to. "You think you're tough, huh!? Well try taking on someone like me!"

Diana turned to face him, a scowl on her painted face and her massive signature khopesh in hand. "I have no business with you, monster! Bring me the Solari I seek!" she demanded, lowering her weapon toward Ahri who remained pinned underneath her. "Or is she afraid to challenge me in battle!?"

"Sorry lady, but Leona's a little busy. She doesn't have time to play with little girls who still paint their faces," Zac taunted. In his mind, however, he was starting to second guess how well the magic artifacts he had earned would save him from being cut into several hundred pieces by an enraged heretic with her own.

"You dare mock me!?" Diana thrust her weapon out threateningly, pointing it at him with a rising fury in her eyes. "What do you know of my struggles!? Who are you to take sides in my battle!?"

"The only sides I care about are my own! Right here, right now! You want a fight!? You've got one!" Zac shouted back, slamming his balled fists together with a resonating smack.

A milky glow began to shine from the Lunari's weapon, as she switched over to a combat stance. "The moon has no mercy for those who block my path! By the moon's light, I will crush anyone in my path!"

Although he hadn't fought her many times before, he had watched records of the Lunari warrior chaining her abilities together in rapid succession to do incredible amounts of damage at close distance. Fast and furious, just like any of the other sword fighters that were in the League's ranks. A flood of information was running through his mind, from what Diana could do down to the smallest details of how she fought.

Do I have to dodge every third strike? No, I can't let her get any free hits on me at all. If her shield activates, it's going to be hard for me to beat her alone.

What felt like a small eternity passed, as both champions stared at each other in the eyes. Time continued to pass around them, but he didn't dare to look away in search of Katarina. There was no room for doubt when on Summoner's Rift, and it was more than just mere stigma that all Noxians took League matches casually. If the Sinister Blade meant what she had said, then she would strike when she believed the time was right. Whether or not he lived to see that time might be another matter altogether.

Diana with her moonsilver blade raised and ready to strike, and Zac with his arms held up in the air ready to ward off her first blow. An experimental weapon gone rogue facing a vengeful heretic who had slaughtered everyone that had tried to block her path. Neither champion moved nor spoke a word, the sounds of happenings elsewhere on Summoner's Rift reduced to dull echoes coming in from the dried-up river at their sides.

Without warning Diana broke the standoff, yelling a battle cry and swinging her weapon forward with tremendous force. Instantly, a brilliant light radiated from the tip of her blade, curving toward his neck in a crescent arc. The brilliantly white shining burst of magic was more than capable of shredding and shearing through armor like paper, and his mind (or whatever made up his brain) screamed at the rest of his body to dodge it.

In a surprising burst of ingenuity, he crouched down while pulling his head and neck down into his chest, shortening his height and allowing the slicing burst of magic to pass over his head harmlessly. In the same motion he threw both of his arms out, rooting his fingers into the ground and stretching his body out to slingshot himself forward. If she wanted to pick a fight, she was going to get one!

Springing into action, Zac flew into the air and swiftly landed with an immense impact. The sheer force of his landing displaced Diana, knocking her into the air and off the ground. But in the blink of an eye she was back to being ready to launch herself at him, now surrounded by three bright spheres that orbited her like small moons. When she charged forward, he felt the first Pale Cascade sphere struck him lightly, but he knew that the spell wasn't made for damage.

A punch that would have been hard enough to break stone connected with Diana's side, but the Lunari did not even flinch from the impact. The light glow from the Pale Cascade sphere had surrounded her, acting as a warding barrier that could block even the strongest spells from the most powerful mages, or a colossal blow from any experienced fighter. Like the first, the second and third orbiting sphere struck the Secret Weapon, only enhancing the strength of the shield around Diana.

"One step toward bringing down another servant of the sun!" she shouted, swinging her moonsilver khopesh at him relentlessly. Raising his arms defensively, Zac did his best to block what blows he could and avoid everything else. Each strike that landed was slowly cutting away at his form, and he was barely managing to avoid every third swing that was empowered by the ancient Lunari magic of his opponent. Moving with agility he barely recognized as his own, another Crescent Strike fired in his direction went wide, and struck the minions oblivious to the deadly combat between the two Champions nearby.

The simulation of damage on the Rift was hard to explain. Things like pain, suffering, and agony were simulated to different degrees for every Champion. Even if the argument could be made that Champions would be expected to be stronger in different ways than each other, how else could it be expected for a child pyromancer to potentially beat a living mountain in a fight? The cuts Diana was landing to him were shallow in some places, and deeper in others, but the feeling was nothing he hadn't been trained to tune out. Short of a limb falling out, every green ooze bleeding wound on his body was going according to his plan.

As he had hoped, Diana had briefly let up on her onslaught to land the last hit on some of the minions that had been struck by her Crescent Strike seconds ago. Those few precious seconds would be all he needed, and he quickly bent down to scoop up what had been his target all along.

By the time the Lunari was ready to turn her attention back to him, Zac dug one hand into the ground stretching himself out again. But instead of a mighty leap, the Secret Weapon flew over Diana with a ragged flop, landing onto the ground with a running splat until he was safely underneath the tower overlooking his team's side of the lane.

"Clever."

Placing the nine-tailed fox that had been slung over his shoulder like a sack of flour down as gently as possible, he wasted no time turning his attention back to Diana and the wave of minions that was going to try and demolish the stone structure he was relying on for protection.

"Was that your plan all along? How noble of you. But it will not save you!" Diana raised her weapon at him once more. With her back to him, she did not see the red blur coming around from the corner of her side of the river. "Hiding underneath the cover of that pro—"

Then suddenly a red flash burst onto the middle lane behind both of them, and before either could react it transformed itself into a living whirlwind of sharpened steel that fired daggers out like a hextech machine-gun. Zac recognized it immediately as Katarina's (self-titled) ultimate technique, infamously known as the "Death Lotus." A rapid barrage of enchanted armor-piercing throwing daggers that also prevented the unfortunate targets from healing properly too.

Torn between her initial target and her new attacker, Diana swung her weapon back in a vain attempt at warding off the unexpected hail daggers heading her way. The deadly projectiles still hit their mark, most of them striking her like a pin cushion along her back barely, stopped by the armor she was wearing.

"Damn you!" she screamed at her new attacker, trying to turn and face the Noxian assassin. Refusing to fall from her injuries, she reached around her back in defiance and ripped one of the daggers out of her flesh. She threw it into the ground back at Katarina, its tip a fresh red from landing on its mark. "Attacking from behind like a coward! Do you think that I will be killed so easily!?"

The Sinister Blade had stopped spinning from her attack, but didn't seem at all threatened by the words of her surviving target. With an amused smirk, she crossed her arms and lifted a single finger to point behind her.

"HEADS UP!"

Diana never got the chance to turn around again, as Zac landed on top of her with his full might. The weight of his body slamming into her back drove the daggers that Katarina had thrown further into her body, and with a loud splat she fell both skewered and crushed into the ground where they both landed.

Pulling himself back together after tackling her, Zac prepared to give the stunned Lunari a merciless series of follow up strikes, but stopped himself after realizing what he had done. The unintended combination of both their attacks had given their opponent a more grizzly death than he was used to seeing when fighting on the Rift. Crushed under a bone-shattering tackle that had driven the daggers lodged in her backside into her like a living pincushion. Even if Diana's body was already evaporating into moonlight, he couldn't help but pity her for what pain he must have brought upon her the moments before it. Katarina on the other hand, looked more entertained at the sight than discomforted.

"Too easy. Not bad Jumbo," she walked up over to him and hit him on the arm, hard enough that his entire frame jiggled. "We make a good team."

"Teamwork, huh? Is that what you call it?" Zac couldn't help but let out a rueful chuckle at her words. He looked at the ground where Diana had disappeared, noting the large blood stains that remained on the grass and soil.

"What?" Katarina's brow furrowed in irritation, and he knew that she knew what was on his mind. "Don't tell me that you regret killing her. It's not as if she's dead. Normally she'd be back in a minute, good as new to get killed again."

"Yeah, well I still…" Zac started, but then stopped. Something about how she had said what she said as well as her persisting satisfied smirk stood out. "Wait, what do you mean 'normally'?"

"Hmm? What, you didn't hear? Our Summoners are having connection issues with the primary nexus. The match was canceled a few minutes ago."

"WHAT!?" he shouted in surprise and exasperation, his gelatinous jaw-dropping out from under him. "Then why did you kill her!?"

"We. We killed her." Katarina corrected, grinning like a cat with a mouse between its teeth. "And as for a reason why… do you think I like having to leave my lane when I'm killing creeps in peace? If I'm going to leave my lane, I should always have something to show for it."

"Really. You killed her just because of that?" Zac said flatly, give her as hard of a stare as he could muster.

"We. We killed her." She corrected again. Reaching down to the ground, she picked up the dagger Diana had pulled from her own body and thrown to the ground only moments ago. Inspecting it with a keen eye, she slipped it into an empty pocket with ease. "And if you want to know, I killed her for insulting us both."

"Us both? Because she called me a monster before?"

"No, you idiot," she said, scolding him as she walked back over and hit him on the arm harder than before. "She had the nerve to behave like a spoiled child with complete disregard for us. Even if she joined the League just to get revenge against Leona, by demanding a personal fight in the middle of our match she insults us all by placing her personal vendetta above our time."

He hadn't thought of it that way. Her point struck home in more ways than he was comfortable admitting to her. "Do you really think of it like that?" he felt compelled to ask.

Around Katarina, Ahri (who had passed out), and himself, a dim blue light began to circle them both forming several rings as it went. A Recall spell being cast by their Summoners, probably to bring them back to base so that they could be teleported with other magic and brought outside of Summoner's Rift.

"Maybe I do, maybe I don't." Katarina rolled her eyes, giving him a look that made it clear that she wasn't going to be answering any more questions. "But I do know that violence solves everything."

He wanted to answer her back. Give her a reason why she was wrong, or explain that the League was meant to symbolize something better than that. Something to show that even if he agreed with her, he wasn't anything like her. But what could he say to her? What could he say to someone who had built a successful life for themselves mastering the art of violence? Considering the circumstance, it was pointless to argue with her. And so Zac scratched his head, let out a sigh, and struck the heroic pose he always took before a complete Recall spell was cast.

"Yeah, I guess it does."

And with that said, all three Champions were pulled back to their base.