A/N: This is where it gets interesting I suppose. Sorry that this took long to publish and it's a bit rushed, I guess I was too busy playing League :p

[Riven]

Riven slowly wondered down the corridor, she didn't have any matches scheduled on Summoners Rift today or any other battlefields, so there was no rush for her today. She was glad to have a day of rest today, a day of rest called for little training, meditation and relaxation, but Riven still needed to train to maintain her body and perfect her fighting style. Despite her enormous runic Zweihander, Riven prides herself on her fast powerful style of fighting, overpowering the enemy in true Noxian fashion whilst wielding a Zweihander with one hand. Riven prides herself on her style and technique, only few champions in the League wield such gigantic swords one-handed, brutish champions like Darius and Garen come to mind.

Eventually Riven found her way to her usual training room, she claimed this one for herself, nobody ever seemed to come here. Riven pushed the large wooden doors apart and entered the room. She laid down her broken sword on the bench beside her, and begun stretching her muscles. Upon stretching her neck, Riven caught a glimpse of something in the corner of her eye, the Exile turned her entire body to see the remains of a training dummy scattered across the floor. "Someone was either really angry or has a grudge against these things" she thought to herself, a slight smirk escaped Riven's lips only to be wiped away instantly as she noticed something else. A long silvery knife protruding from a dummy's heart. The Exile knew who this belonged to, she staggered back as she yanked the kinfe out of the dummy, she had been by these countless times on the Rift.

"Katarina" she whispered softly to herself, holding the knife in the palm of her hand.

"She truly is an angry person." she thought to herself.

"Maybe just very troubled". A frown crept to her lips, followed by a short sigh as the thought came to her mind.

[Katarina]

Luck was not on her side today, the footsteps grew closer as she rest her back against a wooden beam. The doors slowly swung open to reveal a tall Noxian woman, her hair looking ashen grey in the dim light. Katarina studied Riven closely as she entered the room, to ensure she was unaware of her presence. Much to her relief, the Exile seemed completely unaware of her. Katarina's emerald green eyes widened as Riven turned to notice the former dummy spread across the floor, her heartbeat quickened and she reached for her dagger to ensure a sense of safety. Slowly the Sinister Blade calmed down as Riven leisurely began to stretch, seemingly not caring about who was there.

Her heart froze, her entire body stiffened, Riven had surely noticed now. Katarina's sense were on high alert now, she could be seen any moment now. Riven strode over to a particular dummy, with a particular knife belonging to a particular red-headed Noxian assassin. The exile yanked the knife out of the dummy, and held it out in her hand like a child, she held it flat in the palm of her hand. One quiet word escaped Riven's mouth which could only be read as "Katarina". The Sinister Blade felt a warm substance trickling down her hand and onto the beam, she had been gripping her blade way too hard and ended up with a fair amount of blood loss. The blood poured from her hand and formed a small pool on the floor beneath.

"There is no use hiding now" she stated, not caring if Riven saw her now. Gracefully she dropped down into a crouched position on the floor, incredibly unsure of what to expect she lifted her head to lock eyes with the Exile.