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Chapter 8: Roar of Battle! Still on the game!
The next day came and so was Rosark waiting impatiently for his ally to come for the matches of the day, he decided he would dedicate the day for matches, he just had to get a few wins in group, not necessarily being the spotlight, he had called a friend who was in Piltover to help him in the matches. Though he started to think something was wrong as he had been waiting for a bit now.
Corki the Daring Bombardier wasn't one to appear late for matches, and as he thought of giving him a call he was being called in the communications room, the room had all different appliances for communicating with all champions, from crystal balls to technological advances of all the regions.
Rosark went and reached a radio appliance to communicate with Piltover. –"Hello?" he heard static from the other side before hearing the voice of Corki –"We got a Charlie Foxtrot kid, someone threw the bombs away at the copter, sorry, but without the ace machine I won't make it" he just sighed, this was the worst that could happen, he would have to find someone soon to participate in the matches of the day.
After sighing in frustration he decided this wasn't Corki fault –"Is okay, ground control to Major Tom, is okay, fix that machine of yours" Corki laughed from the other side –"Will do ground control, Major Tom out" Rosark put the radio back in place and went to look for a champion that could fight today that wasn't busy.
Needless to say, luck wasn't kind today either for him, it seemed as if all champions had decided they would be busy, he sat on a bench on the garden to hope to find a solution to the problem, he really need it someone who could help with the matches of today, but who could do it?
"This is really a trouble, if no one helps me I won't participate and it would be a lost day, I really need to show them I'm still on the game." Sighing in frustration he heard the sound of mechanical clockwork, the mechanical lady as always accompanied by the ball approached him, she waved her hand to him as her ever inexpressive eyes locked at him.
She approached to the bench while speaking –"Is the spot reserved summoner?" He didn't had a chance to say anything as she just sat on it at his side. She seemed to approach trying to make a smile –"Come on summoner, you are not holding grudges right?" he just grunted before speaking –"Is easy to say it, you weren't the one with the hit on the head, what do you want?"
Orianna faked a gasp, she sure was being expressive today, as much as a clockwork lady could be –"I'm offended, I heard you need it help since your friend copter didn't work." He was about to answer when realization hit him like Alistar head-butt. He hadn't said anyone the reason the Daring Bombardier couldn't make it today.
–"It was you…" As he looked at the inexpressive eyes Orianna just smiled, but before she could say anything more a loud voice spoke breaking the tension that was forming –"Who wants some Draven?!" Both he and Orianna looked at the sight of Draven entering the garden, running to them, he stopped in front of Rosark totally ignoring the mechanical lady at the side. –"Hey! Heard you need it a hand, well ask no more Draven will let you and the others admire him today!" Rosark had no chance of speaking as Draven grabbed his arm and tugged him in direction for the match.
He would have said something, but the sight of the mechanical lady frowning in frustration was enough for him to accept the help of Draven.
Know what forget that, he didn't liked Draven at all, the match had started, Draven and Sona in the bottom lane against Leona and Graves, not really a hard match, things were going well, but the fact Draven abused from the mind connection was horrible.
-"See that summoner? That's perfection, and Draven got that" He could only sigh, and think maybe Sona was suffering as much as him, and truth be told it was obvious she was getting tired, but is hard to express complains to Draven when you can't really speak.
The pain that Draven caused in the head of anyone literally worked on the enemies too who were also showing signs of getting tired of Draven voice, yet there was not much to do, as Leona tried to get to Sona he would throw his axes at her to avoid the huge support tank to reach Sona. She was pleased that Draven had the skill to keep her safe, but Draven never ending rambles was tiring all bot lane.
-"Shut up would you Draven!?" Graves shouted as he tried to shot at Draven. Barely avoiding the impact he smirked before throwing his comeback –"Not Draven; Draaaaaven." Graves got so focused on Draven that he didn't heard Leona telling him to be careful as Sona stunned both of them with her Crescendo to stop in place, with both lined and on place Draven used his strongest move, Whirling Death to throw the massive axes at them earning a double kill.
Sona smiled at the success and Rosark was happy seeing they had got a great start in the fight on bot seeing how they had gotten them, of course till Draven did was he does best –"Let's admire Draven for a bit." Sona smile became a frown as she went back to the base.
All summoners in the room were looking at Rosark with a look that said "Please, do something" he just shrugged his shoulders as a signal of the obvious "Nothing I can do" the match was an avalanche on the bottom lane with Draven getting more and more gold and getting more damage. Even with the help of the jungle and the other lanes Draven had no problem getting all of them on the ground.
Sona was an incredible asset for the strategy since if she hadn't been there to stop the enemies Draven would have been easily taken out; he tried his best to always warn Draven of the surrounding situation, to which Draven always answered –"Enjoy the show! Not Every day you got the honor of seeing Draven so close, same to you babe" Sona just frowned at him.
As the battle stopped for a moment for Draven he reached to Sona and started to speak on sign language, this was a surprise to Rosark, and an even bigger to Sona. He seemed surprised Draven knew something that didn't related to him, though all this stopped when he saw the maiden of strings slap Draven before going back to the base.
"What did you told her Draven?" Draven laughed while he grasped his cheek –"She has it for me, I'm telling you old man." Rosark just chuckled; it was the first time Draven hadn't spoken his own name in a sentence.
The match ended up in an avalanching victory from the team, Draven had become a huge pressure and ended up becoming unstoppable with the help of Sona at his side, Sona seemed a bit reddened, thinking back, Draven hadn't told him what he said to Sona.
Still he was glad, an avalanche victory with Draven would help them see he wasn't failing that much, of course they would also say Draven had an advantage but that wasn't new, people would often speak when they lost, but he was happy, a win like that would help his record improve in the eyes of the council.
As he was leaving to rest before the next match Draven rushed at him. –"Hey! Draven wants to thank your help, so I decided you would like this." Rosark took the piece of paper in Draven hand to see…his autograph, "From Draaaaaven" After a brief silence he took it in his robe –"Thanks Draven… I appreciate" Draven laughed with his loud voice while waving his hand –"No need to act serious Draven know this things are not easy to get, keep it safe" With a last wave of his hand Draven left to do who knows what Draven did in his free time.
This had been a fun match, but he decided he could participate in another, but he noticed… Draven left, just like that, time to look for another champion.
As he walked on the halls to check who could give him a hand he felt a stare in his back. He really didn't wanted to see who was so intently staring at the back of his head, yet he knew he would end up having to see so he thought might as well finish that fast. As he looked back there was no one though. He decided to keep on his road and then he tripped in the floor.
His legs were tied by bolas, he only sighed know understanding. –"Really funny Rengar, real fun" He heard a chuckle more similar to a growl as Rengar figure started to appear from his stealth –"Sorry, I thought it was fun to see if summoners could feel me" He stretched an arm and Rengar helped him get up.
–"I felt your stare, but thought it was nothing, but hey since you are here, do you feel like helping in a match?" Rengar smiled at the idea revealing his fangs –"Let us hunt summoner" As they went to a match and got ready Rosark couldn't avoid seeing the enemy jungler, Kha Zix know Rosark knew this match wouldn't be as easy as the last.
The Jungle requires total and absolute attention, all senses focused not only on defeating the beast on the camps, but to also feel all around, the slightest sound you miss could mean danger coming for the one on it, one should always fear and respect the jungle.
As the match advanced this fight was seeming to be defined by the junglers, Kha Zix had earned kills and evolved, while Rengar had also gotten his trophies, as the match became longer the fight seemed would go for any side, now they were focused on a task: Hunting Kha Zix.
On this point of the match if they could get rid of Kha Zix they would easily win. While Rengar explored the jungle Rosark was trying to see as much of the area as he could, he was trying to locate Kha Zix on the rift, seeing he didn't saw him on any area the jungle was the last place he could be.
Rengar suddenly tensed upon hearing a branch cracking and he felt the thrill of the hunt, the thrill of a worthy prey, he entered in stealth while also feeling all around him, he just shouted while jumping against the stealth Kha Zix –"I see you, wretched creature!"
Every summoner, every champion received the location of the two junglers both side running to help their ally, the fight was savage yet quick, as Kha Zix seemed to hold advantage Rengar released a powerful Battle Roar knocking the beast back while giving him chance to attack, not even 10 seconds had elapsed when Rengar raised the lifeless Kha Zix. –"The beast is no more!"
The match ended soon after as now Rengar was unstoppable with renewed will and his new trophie, of course, magic would make all of this leave once he got out, but never less Rengar was glad he had defeated the beast.
Another victory, two consecutive victories in a day, that would look good, Rosark decided he deserved a rest, this would look good for him, and he really felt he could take a well-deserved rest, though before that he met Rengar who was following him. –"Something on your mind Rengar?" the hunter didn't said a word, he just bowed slightly, just enough to make it obvious he had bowed and left what seemed to be the claw of a beast in front of him –"Thank you" he left just like that.
He could only guess Rengar was happy at the lack of speaking from him, Rengar hated summoners who couldn't stay quiet while he hunted, and he had been the first summoner who hadn't spoken a word in the whole match. He was thankful, not that he would say it in loud. Nor that Rosark really understood either the importance of silence in the hunt.
He just picked the claw "You are welcome Rengar, great match" as Rosark was hoping to rest for the remaining of the day a voice with an accent spoke
–"I hope you were not trying to go, we need to talk Rosark"
Rosark almost paled at the voice, he tried to keep his cool, and failed miserably.
–"Hey…"
No rest for the wicked, nor to him it seemed.
Who spoke to Rosark? Will the council actually consider the matches of the day good? What is Orianna trying to do?! Till next time!