A/N: I feel like my writing isn't doing this justice, but I'm going to push through a few more chapters. Maybe I'll re-write this in the future.
Tension filled the air as the two champions eyed each other. Katarina looked to cut that tension, increasing her grip on her blade, her eyes sent a deadly venom Riven's way. Riven's expression turned from confused to concerned as she noticed blood dripping from Katarina's hand. The red-head continued to stare at her blade in the hand of the Exile. Noticing her pain, Riven lobbed the knife in the air towards Katarina. She snatched the knife elegantly out of the air and sheathed it into one of her holsters. Riven's broken sword lay a few feet away from her, she did not want to risk a fight with Katarina empty-handed.
Katarina's eyes flared up once more, sensing Riven's weakness she charged at her with lightning fast speed. The exile was not well armoured, she was wearing her usual shoulder guards, tunic and a few bandages around her wrists. A flurry of steel barely missed Riven's cheek, she knew she could not last long without her sword. Katarina had her beaten with speed, although Riven was exceptionally fast considering her strength, she was no match for the Sinister Blade. A few minutes and narrow escapes later, Riven's stamina started to fade, she was slowly losing this fight.
Katarina still had a large amount of energy, in a blindingly fast assault she struck Riven in the wrist, leaving a trail of crimson from her wrist up her forearm. Years of training and suffering had taught Riven to feel no pain, and continue the battle no matter the odds, even if it meant death. Katarina halted for a brief second, she had expected to hear a groan, or any sign of pain. She found no such thing, Riven was staring directly into her eyes, seeing through her as if she wasn't there. The Exile was truly a force to be reckoned with, her eyes looked hollow, a chill shivered down Katarina's spine, her whole body shook.
"Stay back, trai-" she barely managed to speak.
If Katarina had blinked she would have missed it, Riven had launched herself forward, the Sinister blade was frozen in place. What would seem like years of pent up anger and rage was unloaded into one punch, directly into Katarina's stomach.
A lone tear trickled down Katarina's cheek as she fell to the floor as if she bore thousands of weights on her shoulder. She could hardly breath, but the Exile still stood tall in front of her, Katarina had sliced through the bandages she wore, revealing the burns that Riven suffered years ago in Ionia. The burns were now covered in blood and Riven's wrist was a complete mess. Katarina could feel Riven's heavy gaze bearing down on her as she desperately tried to recover. Suddenly Riven made a step for the door, it wouldn't be long before Katarina caught her breath, and the wound she received would need attention soon. The Exile stumbled into the door, leaving it half open, she craned her neck to look back at the defeated assassin, her eyes filled with fury and rage. Riven shook her head slightly feeling pity for her, she parted her lips slightly and let her words echo through the room.
"Traitor..." She paused for a brief moment, closing her eyes.
"You don't know the meaning of the word" she stated, as cold as ice as she made her leave.
Those words stung Katarina for a brief moment, but for once in her life, the fire that burned on in her heart, the fury and rage that helped her murder hundreds of people was extinguished momentarily.
