Chapter 2-A New Encounter

Talon walked through the hallways of the noxian corridors, trying to avoid the crowds of people that dotted the way. In this hallway, only only noxian champions and summoners were allowed. Something Talon was thankful for. The league tended to make a extra effort to separate feuding city states to prevent any outbursts from happening while in the Institute of War. He silently cursed himself for getting up so late.

"I rarely dream anymore." He scoffed, as he slid past a group of talking summoners, their chatter stopping slightly at his appearance.

'Just another bonus from long nights waiting for targets,'

As Talon approached Swain's door, he paused for a second to collect himself before opening it. Before he even turned the handle, he was assaulted by the stench of dark magic that seemed to always accompany the noxian grand-general. Talon hated this feeling, it made his skin prickle and stand on end. He turned the knob, strode in, and closed the door behind him, effectively locking himself in with Swain. Talon took a minute to survey the room. There was one large window right behind Swain's desk covered in red satin blinds. His walls were ornately designed, with elaborate mahogany carvings -much different from Talons room, whose walls were just plain white-spackle. A Noxian flag, with an emblem, hung on Swain's right wall while the anthem was written on the left. His floor has hardwood planks, covered in a finely woven rug. His desk sat in the middle of the room, it's rectangular shape was filled with intricate carvings of famous Noxian battles. Talon recognized the invasion of Ionia and it's various skirmishes, from Riven's, although before her desertion, massive domination of the Ionians, to even Talon assassinating a few Ionian leaders.

'How he got these in his room I will never know... ' He thought as he sat in a rather comfy chair, that stood in front of Swain's desk.

Even though the room was that of a very wealthy man, and gave off elegance and prosperity, it could do nothing to cover up the aura coming off of the man sitting in his desk. Swain, a man of years. His age clearly shown on his face from many years of service to Noxus. He wore his green robes, his golden armour rested on an stand behind him. His face, that even stare, that never seemed to falter, was present; currently analyzing the documents on his desk.

~CAW~

Swain's raven, Beatrice, as Swain seemed to call it, echoed in response to Talon's presence. He glanced up from his pile of paperwork, giving Talon his full penetrating stare.

"Oh Talon, thanks for coming."

"What do you want?" Talon replied flatly.

"I was hoping you could do me a favor." His eye's seemed to glow as he spoke.

"What kind of favor?" Talon said, a little more excited

'An assassination would help me clear my head', he thought.

"Well, I want you to escort someone."

"No." came the emotionless reply, as Talon stood to walk away.

"Wait." A stern demand echoed the room, a small chill crawled up Talon's spine, causing him to halt in his half standing, half sitting posture.

"Now kindly take a seat", Swain spat, venom escaping after every word. Talon complied, although reluctantly. Swain took a breath and relaxed back into his chair and laced his fingers. "As I was saying..." his words showed a hint of irritation, compared to before. "I want you to escort someone. She is a new champion. Here." Swain handed him a letter that had several paragraphs of intricately written script. It read

'~Alexa, the Crushing Fist, Champion acceptance. ~

Formerly Alexa of Noxus shall be introduced into the league as a champion. As such she shall be given all rights a champion is entitled, as long as she is part of the League.

As a champion, she shall represent Noxus in battles when she is called upon. As such off the Fields of Justice, she will still be considered part of Noxus and any infringements of Institute Protocol shall be reflected upon Noxus.

There will be some test time for her actual representation of battles due to balancing and adjustments.

We at the Institute of War hereby welcome the new champion Alexa the Crushing Fist. May your battles in the League be great and bring honor to your country. We sincerely hope to see you in battle.

Welcome,

The Triumvirate of the League'

"Ahh." replied Talon.
'I hope this champion is a little better than the last noxus "representative," the last one was an axe wielding maniac, Two to make it better!' He thought, while thinking of Draven, his brother, and all the many headaches he was given while talking with them. One always called him weak, while the other had an ego so inflated Talon was surprised he didn't float into oblivion.

"Ahem." Swain's words came, interrupting Talon's thoughts.

"Like I said, she is a new champion, however she still represents the great Noxus. Therefore I want you to show her the area and explain to her how things work here."

"Get your loyal Darius to do it! I have better things to do then to lead someone around by the hand." Talon snapped

~CRASH~

The sound of the chair talon had just been sitting in rang throughout the room. Talon landed several feet to the right, having sensed a small, very small, amount of killing intent just seconds before, and turned to face his would be killer. It was a girl. maybe a few years younger than him. She was small, a dwarf, her 5'2" height just barely touched his chin, even though Talon was one of the smaller champions at the league. Her stance, solid, emitting a silent voice of challenge; very contradictive to her smaller stature. She seemed to be ready for anything and anyone, although not an uncommon trait for a person who has survived Noxus's streets. She had strikingly white hair, rare for a noxian, cut long in the back, her hair tied into a loose pony tail that touched her shoulder blades. Her bangs hung lightly in front of her dark green eyes. The rest of her face was covered, similarly to Akali's, but made of a dark brown material. Her pants were blue jeans, so faded they could be mistaken for white, littered with holes. The only thing protecting her feet were frayed sneakers. She wore a old leather duster, worn with age, and a tight black tank top, that revealed the natural curves of her body. One arm of the jacket was cut on the bicep of the sleeve to reveal a bright red bandanna -it stood out. It seemed to be the only item on her person that wasn't worn with age. It had cresent moons lining the cloth. For weapons, the only thing recognizable were leather gloves that covered her hands. Though they appeared warn and fragile, the Noxian runes branded on them glowed and hummed with a green energy.

'Doesn't seem like much.' He thought. He had seen weirder. Singed's giant bottle comes to mind. His analysis came to an end and he readied his stance. He crouched low, ready to lunge at any given moment. Talon glared at the attacker, waiting for her first move. It seemed that she was doing the same, as this staring match continued for about a minute.

"Peace."

"Huh?" Talon replied dumbfounded.

"Peace." she said while holding out her hand a slight smile spread. Talon looked back at her hand then her face and back again.

"For now." He said as he clasped his hand in hers.

"Well, now that this drama is over," said Swain "I believe I have to do introductions. "Talon, Alexa. Alexa, Talon. He will be your escort for today." he said, while motioning his hands to each of them.

"Wait! She's the new champion! She damn well near killed me!" Talon shouted

"I missed." she said flatly.

"Doesn't changed the fact you almost killed me."

"Okay enough!" yelled Swain. It seemed as though his irritation had reached its boiling point. He pointed at Talon, "Take Alexa and give her, the bloody tour and don't act like you didn't know she was there!"

'That was the surprising part', he thought, 'I didn't.' How she escaped his detection was unknown to him.

This time Swain's finger moved to Alexa. " And you." his eye's seemed to darken as he spoke "I expect you to pay for the damages done to my office."

"Yes Grand General Swain." She said, her face turning so emotionless at this she could rival Blitzcrank.

"Now begone!" Swain yelled and slammed his fist on the table.

"Fine!" Talon spat at Swain. Turning back to the new thorn in his side. "Follow me. "

"Aye, Aye." She replied with a half assed salute.

'Ugh, this was gonna be a long day.'


So here it is guys chapter 2. Its a little bit longer than the last and goes into more of their character detail and plot. If you have any suggestions or recommendations please send a review to me. Thanks for reading
~Mark Hayashi

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My editor -Logic 41
My drawer -Beatcreeper