Caitlyn was even prettier in person.
Vi on the other hand, was more like a machine you've always wanted to crash into a lake full of nails and broken glass.
"I want to say thank you for helping us out with all of this," Caitlyn's British accent and her purple hat made it hard for Sarah to focus.
"Anytime, Cait. A friend of Gangplank is a friend of mine. You've fought by his side many times on the front lines of the Rift," Miss Fortune had a small glitter in her eye, making her turn to the sun, hiding the small tear that fell from her rose like cheeks.
Vi pushed herself into the circle and slammed her fist into the table. Her extremely mechanical fist. Sarah was dumfounded at how intricate each hand moved, kind of like waves...so small.. then some large... Sarah zoned out until she saw the flashing red, making her blink her eyes until they watered.
"I really could give less than two shits about this Gangfucktard. This little bitch is running around in my city and disturbing the peace I keep every day. So get your little Mafia asses out there and blow some motherfuckin' led," she breathed heavily moving her eyes from left to right, as if trying to ask for help.
Caitlyn was stunned, on the other hand, both Miss Fortune and Graves looked at each other and raised their eyebrows.
"Excuse me bucket of bolts," Graves stood up and flicked his fedora up, "We're doing you a favor. Maybe you should treat us with more respect. We got a rat who could make all that rust turn into goo."
Vi growled and backed away.
"Now, where do we start?" Graves said looking outside.
"Maybe where the ball of flames are?" Sarah grabbed her guns and they ran towards the the large fire.

Shock and Awe were clamped into Sarah's hands, as Graves ran behind her.
"Catch me if you can, losers!" A voice echoed through the burning flames, and Vi screamed.
"You're an asshole! You're a prick! Jinx get out here!" Caitlyn ran next to Vi and put her hand on her shoulder.
"Right now we gotta get this fire out. Vi, evacuate everyone from their homes. Sarah and Graves get water."
A man with a very nice hammer handed Sarah a bucket and smiled, "Your red hair matches the firey flames of my love for you, Miss Sarah.. Fortune.." Jayce. Oh. Was he dreamy. His swift brown hair made the flames behind him look minuscule. His large biceps made every girl running away from the fire swoon. Even a man fainted.
She blushed, and coyly winked her left eye, "Thank you, sweetheart. But we got a fire to put out," She kicked up her heels and grabbed the bucket from him, "You're just the best~" She turned quickly and bit her lip.
Graves jogged behind her and chuckled, "He didn't even have to pull a tag on you, dear."
"Shut up. The only girl you've got is your gun, so I'd shut your trap and straighten those suspenders of yours because something is poppin' out," She looked down and back up, he had a smug smirk on his face and grabbed her bucket of water.
"Your pretty ugly when you try to act cute," he said rolling his eyes, throwing the water onto the nearest flame.
"You're always ugly," She rolled her eyes and angrily grabbed the bucket.
"Wel-"
"Hey can you two 'lovefucks' stop sexually harassing each other before I make you both into water buckets?" Vi screamed as she held a baby in her hand. You should of seen the mother.
"The one who'll be a rust bucket is you, asswipe. Now act like a lady before I put a bullet through your fake vagina," Graves chuckled and loaded his gun.
Caitlyn ran up to Sarah and handed her three more buckets, Vi almost crushed the baby until the mother punched her in the arm.

Twitch came up to the office and drank a bottle of water infested.. Stuff.
"So youuuuur telling meeeeee that she got awaaaaaay?" Twitch blinked his round eyes and looked at the water.
"Yes, I'm so sorry Mister Twitch, sir. We are still giving a reward. And so is Demancia for your hard work. She will probably be going to Noxian land, and Swain will take care of her there," Caitlyn looked worn out, her hair was oily and unevenly brushed, bags drooped from her small green eyes, and the elevens on her forehead stood out every time she sulked, which was 95% of the time. Their was a hard knock at the door, and Caitlyn swiftly turned to the wooden artistic door. A large man at the door waited, and Caitlyn opened it with ease.
"...Darius, why are you here?" Caitlyn backed away a bit and adjusted her large purple hat.
"It's Jinx. Don't think I'm coming here to consult a truce. Your land is of no importance to Noxian minds, or Swain." He held up his large axe and smiled.
Sarah whispered softly to Graves, sometimes losing her words in the quietness, "Who is he..?"
"I am Darius, General of Noxian Armies. You are Miss Fortune. I've heard of your ships, your... Affairs." He glared at Sarah, almost making her blush.
"I see you've joined the Mafia, Graves. It suits you much more, you have always seemed to be in the wrong... Deck, if I must say so myself."
Graves looked down, adjusting his tie and fixing his shirt. Spinning the magazine in his huge gun.
"We want Jinx out," he said scoffing, throwing the gigantic axe into the wooden floors, making the office shake.
"Then get her out? You are a General for God's sake. And your brother is an Executioner. You guys could tie her up at four ends and rip her to shreds," Vi smiled violently, clenching her metal fists.
Darius closed his eyes, "She's too quick for us. She's killed all my men. Swain had to be evacuated to the Freljord. Quinn is watching from above, but it's no use. We are deeply troubled, and we cannot do anything without..." He paused, "without you.. To help us.." He adjusted his armor and pursed his lips. His black and white hair stood out like a small badger skunk. And his old face made him look like a tortoise.
"I'll help you, we all will." Miss Fortune blurted out, smiling wide.
Graves kicked her in the shin and tears stung at her eyes, but Sarah continued to smile.
"Why.. Thank you, Miss Fortune," although he looked weird and badger skunk like, it seemed like he really cared about his people. Someone back home must of been waiting for him. Someone he loved. Someone he was hoping wouldn't leave him. Someone who one day may realize that he is never coming home.

They all traveled to Noxia. Walking through Piltover looked more like a deserted land than what you expected from the most Industrial city in Runeterra. Graves saw a little doll on the ground that was partially burned. The smile was stitched so small, and little blush marks were covered with brown and black licks of the harsh flames. The hair was made of blonde straw with some added colors at the ends. Green. Blue. Purple. He stuffed it into his grey vest, and brushed off his black pants. The soot was so strong, even Vi couldn't help but cough. Darius told them that the journey wouldn't be too long, only two days. Two long days of passed by so many dead things, but you can't expect so much when you're out here. It was dank, dark. Almost like a horror movie within a horror movie. The ground was red. Like blood stained onto white roses, rocks were red. Trees were red. Everything was so.. Red. The mood changed of the group, their steps were smaller, more unsure. They became more curious of what this outlaw was actually bringing them into, of what dangers and secrets she held. They knew nothing about her, just that their was a bounty over her head, and that she destroyed innocent lives. That's all that seemed to matter to them.

"We're here," Darius said looking toward the ball of flame, spurting out like a volcano.
You could hear the women crying. Children dying. Men running for more water. We were only six people. Champions. But our hearts could not hold the agony you could smell and hear. Bodies lay causally in horrific poses. Drawn on. Half burned. Children laying with their mothers, headless.

'The Rift does not prepare you for real life,' says the GameMakers in the beginning before entering the platform, even before the controller becomes aware,

'you cannot respawn outside of these walls...

Pity.'