Lux's face flashed bright yellow as the massive column of light exploded in the distance. Marvelling at the display of light she temporarily forgot that she was in mid air, and even now, dropping fast. It was only when she noticed the tops of the trees start to rise that she remembered her situation. Opening her mouth wide she screamed loudly just before the approaching smashed the wind out of her lungs. Coughing blood Lux tried to rise but was stopped when a bolt of pain shot through her body like lighting. Groaning she dropped back onto the grass, laying there completely motionless
"Ahhh.. at least three broken ribs, and.. a punctured lung?"
She took a small sharp breath, the cacophony of agony that followed confirmed her fear
"Yep, defiantly punctured... damn... ok, anything else?"
Looking down Lux's breath caught in her throat. Her right leg was bent backwards at a horrific angle. She tore her eyes away from the horrific site, but the act of seeing was powerful and the well of pain that had pooled in the shattered limb burst forth. Tears brimmed at the corner of her eyes now. Another sharp, agonising breath was all she could managed before her head slumped backwards onto the grass. The glassy sensation of unconsciousness wrapped its coils slowly around her prone form, its dark tendrils slithering at the corners of her vision. She stared upwards at the clear blue sky, waiting for Cho'Gath and Teemo to close the gap and finish her off.
"Two deaths already? You're getting sloppy Luxanna"
Fresh tears flowed freely down the side of her mud caked face as she stared into the sky. Out of the corner of her eyes she saw something moving through the air at incredible speed. It had launched straight up, but it couldn't have been anything, her eyes must have been playing tricks due to the tears and and encroaching black out. She spotted the small flock of birds from earlier. She followed their progress once again. A faint smile playing across her trembling, blood speckled lips. The cohesion of the flock was broken now however, a small black dot in the sky had smashed through the delicate formation and was even now barreling towards her position.
She heard the heavy footsteps of Cho'Gath closing in, accompanied with the softer footfalls of Teemo as he followed closely behind. They were still weary, even though Lux was clearly down for the count. Squeezing off one last tear Lux readied herself for the inevitable, deciding that the last view of this particular life would be the strange black thing in the sky. She fixed her gaze on it once more, after a moments analysis she was certain it was getting larger and closer! She craned her neck to try and get the shape into focus, but it was forcefully pushed down as the giant, hardened hoof (If you could call what Cho'Gath had hoofs) landed on her chest. The monstrous weight pushed her deeper into the cracked earth beneath the grass. The blow drove the air from her lungs once more, as well as a flood of crimson blood that wet her face as it flowed freely from her open maw.
It had left Lux completely powerless, her strength fled her limbs as Cho'Gath continued to push down on her armoured chest, the masterwork armour cracking with howls of metallic pain. The darkness that has crept hungrily at the corners of her vision flooded inwards now, almost completely swamping her sight with inky blackness. Just before she completely lost consciousness however she noticed the black dot in the sky was now incredibly close. She could even make out the faint outline of something humanoid. It was coming straight down top of them at frightening speeds. At that moment she knew immediately who the mysterious top laner had been, the satisfaction of realisation hitting her hard enough that the tepid grip her fascination for the shape that had held her to consciousness snapped. Her head smacked onto the ground, her eyes completely glazed over.
"An Ally Has Been Slain" boomed The Announcer.
He landed hard, his hardened steal armour shattering the ground around his landing site, sending chunks of rocks and debris in all directions. Before stood two monstrous opponents, one in stature, the other in deviousness. They had plagued him with their bitter cooperation in the top lane, and now was time for revenge. Slowly the warrior reached down, his plate armour glistening in the harsh sunlight. Each hard edge and spiked tip shone with brilliance, attesting to the majesty and well maintained status of the relic armour that adorned his form.
Both of his weapons had been embedded into the ground after his devastating attack. Cho'gath and Teemo were still shaking off the effects, some more grievous than others. The void spawn had lost a limb. Its large segmented talon now adorned the ground before him, pumping out the thick torrents of the vile black substance that was its blood. Cho'Gath emitted a deafening wail, something he had become accustomed to in his short time battling the creature. However this one did not have the raw strength behind it that he had felt before, it was one of pain, not power. Teemo was a different story however. The small creature was barely phased, having expertly dodged out of the way before the blow was struck. He would have to deal with the rodent first then.
His armaments had been lodged into the ground upon his arrival, they were easily retrieved however, his strength easily dislodging the tip of his spear from its earthly confines. As was his shield, the huge slab of metal moved with eery grace. The weight of it must have been astonishing, but he wielded it like it was paper being carried on a soft wind. He always felt most comfortable with the relic weapons in his hands. The haft of the spear had moulded into a perfect indentation of his palm, making his hold feel snug and natural, as if he was born to hold this spear and it was crafted to be used by him and him alone.
All of this ran through his head in a fraction of a second, as it did when ever he was called to arms. Twisting his armoured head towards the mongrel of a Yordle pantheon charged. An ancient and forgotten war cry emanating gutturally from a weathered throat as he went. Teemo raised the infamous blow pipe to his lips, a loud rush of air accompany the deadly payload as it sped towards its target. This was not a problem. A shimmering aegis formed around the warriors form, the dart connecting with an ethereal version of his shield before dissipating into nothingness.
"You paltry attacks cannot pierce the defence of the very gods themselves" roared Pantheon.
His powerful legs flung him forward, sending his shield cracking down on the diminutive creatures skull with an audible and sickening crack. Teemo flopped to the ground. His eyes, noes, and ears all leaked various fluids after the monumental blow, some of which Pantheon assumed to be brain matter. It mattered not, the task was not complete. Faster than the human eye could follow Pantheon unleashed a flurry of attacks from his spear. The already broken form of Teemo was shredded apart under the assault, he thrust parting flesh and leather as easily as magic through silk. Nothing was left of the creature bar its devastated internal organs and the relatively untouched hat and blow pipe.
Satisfied Pantheon wheeled around on his heel, facing the monstrous behemoth that loomed before him. He leaned his head to either side, each motion accompanied with loud popping cracks as he loosened up for the fight to come.