(Vayne - PoV)
Negotiation. With the Noxians.
Please, like that was ever going to work. No, the only way to deal with those dark bastards is to kill them all. Unfortunately, they have multiple Champions, so I have to take my time and wait for an opportunity to present itself.
My patience is eventually rewarded when the Noxian scum attack a Vanguard detachment. Bad news for the Vanguard, they are going to get slaughtered, but they will do their duty and distract the front liners long enough for me to kill the witch.
Stalking the rearguard, I wait for the fight to kick off before moving in for the kill.
Bolt, bolt, knife, kick. The soldiers go down as easy as expected, though at least one manages to raise the alarm when he looks the wrong way at the wrong time before I can silence him.
Too late. There's the target, turning towards me even now. Can't have that.
The bolt takes her right to the chest but she doesn't fall. Disappointing but not surprising for a Champion tier target. The witch raises a hand to attack, so I nail it to the wagon she stands next to. No sorcery for you, whore!
My third shot is unfortunately off-center as the target falls, only taking her in the shoulder. The little demon spawn next to her is turning now but will be too late as I fire a final bolt at the bitches head, only for it to be blocked by a glimmering violet barrier.
Damnation! The false angel! I don't bother to look, rolling to the side to avoid the first burst of dark magic.
Finally I get a bead on the third demon, its eyes wide with fury as it begins to scream and radiate its dark magic, wings spread wide in its parody of an angel. Disgusting creature. Unfortunately, it is quite prepared, easily deflecting my bolts. I dodge again, preparing my heavy crossbow. It won't do much better against the monster in front of me, not when it is this riled up, which is why I don't shoot it. Twisting, I turn and fire at the still confused little demon.
She isn't a Champion for nothing, unfortunately, getting a flaming barrier up in time and barely getting a scratch. Damn, time to retreat.
The ground underneath me is filled with the corruption of the dark one. Rolling again, I dodge another dark binding, but am unable to avoid the thorny chains that follow, fuck.
I dive forward once more, just need to make as much distance...as...possible.
But there are too many, far more than in the Rift. Morgana's scream has finally cut off as it wraps me in its chains, barbs digging deep into my flesh.
Twisting and kicking does naught but drive the thorns deeper, eventually leaving me entirely at the demon's mercy. Damn. At least I got one of the monsters...
And I still have one trick up my sleeve, if I can just...
The demon approaches me, rage in its eyes.
"You...you...
I grace it with a vicious smile. "Me."
"WHY!?" It demands.
Why? Really?
Spitting in its face I laugh. "Just kill me, demon bitch. I'll hunt down your blonde friend down in hell and rip those pretty wings off of her there too." I taunt.
It rips my arm off.
Hurts like a bitch, but now I can finally move just enough. I grasp the vial of liquid with my remaining arm and the white light of purity engulfs the area.
See how you like this, demon bitch!
...
Why is it not screaming?
The light fades and...it is unharmed? What the fuck? That shit has killed every demon I have ever used it on! Just have to get them close...
I am still trying to process this fact when I feel the chains ripping me apart.
Being a decapitated head spinning through the air? Certainly a weird experience. I glare at the fuckers around me. Well, I guess I won't be getting to kill any more of them...I will follow through on my promise with blondie in hell though, and I'll be waiting for you to join us, false angel...
(Annie - PoV)
Sitting up, I watch Morgana rip the bad woman apart. Good, no one hurts my friend.
"That was really cool! Morgana knows the best magic, right Lux?"
She doesn't answer.
"Lux?"
She's just..lying there in all the...all the blood. Her hand is still stuck to the wagon.
That's...that's not...good, is it? I shake her shoulder but she doesn't respond.
"Lux? Luxanna?"
(Morgana - PoV)
That...that...that...
I am not sure I have ever felt such rage, such all-consuming anger. That crazed bitch, she, she tried to kill my...
Luxanna!
Turning from the torn-apart corpse I fly to her.
Annie leans over her. It...it doesn't look good.
"Luxanna..."
I lift her as much as I am able with her hand still pinned to the wagon...She has lost so much blood, and I suspect the bolt in her chest hit something important. Not to mention whatever anti-magic nonsense Vayne puts in her arrows...
Ok, it...it has been so long since I did any first aid...I cannot bandage the wounds with the bolts in, but removing the bolts is bad...What should I do? Do we have any potions?
...I really failed to prepare as a Big sister didn't I...
"LUX!"
Garen is by our side in an instant I...don't even want to see the look on his face.
"She's alive," I tell him. "But I...I don't know how to treat..."
"MEDIC!" His voice roars across the battlefield. If one yet lives, they will hear it. I fear that Vayne may have killed at least a few with her rampage in our back lines...
"What happened?" he asks, joining me in holding Luxanna's still body.
"Vayne. She ambushed us from behind, the bolts were flying before any of us knew she was there. I stopped the kill shot but the others...I...I am sorry...I promised to keep her safe...and..."
He shakes his head. "It's what that bitch does. Did she escape?"
"No."
"Good."
We sit in silence for a moment, the two of us cradling the blonde body, Annie watching silently, before running footsteps approach us.
"M-medic here, sir!" a man calls out.
The soldier has a backpack and a large belt covered in pouches.
"Champion level mage, three Champion cross-bolt wounds, one to the chest, cross bolts likely have anti-magic properties, currently pinned to the wagon by her hand," Garen tells him.
"Got ya. Help hold her while I work, we have plenty of supplies. Let's see here..." he says.
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I observe silently while the man works. The bolts are removed, potions poured in the gaping wounds before special bandages are applied. The chest wound is, as expected, the most significant. Potions, salves, and mysterious vials are applied. Readings are taken from mysterious instruments.
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"Ok."
The medic sits back finally.
"Ok?" I ask nervously.
"Aye, ok. She should make a full recovery. Going to have to be careful for a bit, and I can't give an exact ETA, given Champion healing rates tend to be all over the damn place, yes I'm looking at you Garen, but I am certain she will survive and fairly confident she will have no lasting side effects, save maybe a few scars."
I...I breathe, fully, for the first time in what feels like hours.
That...is an unimaginable relief. I...I don't know what I would have done if...if...
...
Looking at Garen, it is clear he shaes similar feelings. We share a nod.
"Good work man," Garen tell him. "Go, I am sure there are more men to tend to. And thank you."
The medic nods before standing up and running off searching for another patient.
The two of us stare at Lux's bandaged form, unsure of what to do next.
Annie walks over with a blanket and lays down next to her, pulling the blanket over both of them and snuggling into her side.
...Well, I guess that's one answer.
Garen and I elect to settle in and watch over them. Perhaps not the best use of our time but...I don't think either of us could bear to do anything else at the moment. Hopefully, Katarina can manage whatever is left of the battle.