There was only one way for Kha'zix to describe the new arrivals.

Delicious

He didn't know why, or how he came to this conclusion. The man was encased in metal armor, and by the shape of it, was just another human. He had consumed many other humans before, and found metal unappetizing, which left him with a question. Why is he so enticing? He seemed to give off a new kind of energy, there was no other way to describe it. An energy that held so much potential, but was at the same time beyond dangerous. An energy that could directly change a being seemingly at random. With that much ability to change, the chances of the changes being negative far outnumbered the chances of anything good coming from it.

But the potential was there. And it was standing right in front of him. Barely a second had passed after the newcomer had stabbed his animal and spoken soothing words to it about their lack of mutual riches before the Voidreaver came to a decision. Whatever this thing had, he had to have, or at least know about. This was just too huge of an opportunity to pass up. So when the metal man shifted into a slightly less threatening stance as to put the white haired bitch standing next to him at ease, Kha'zix attacked.

(…)

The bug disappeared.

That was the only way Buck could make sense of what happened. One second it was there, the next it had vanished into a translucent purple ring.

"What the hell? Where did it…AGH"

A purple claw materialized in front of his vision, which was startling enough, but what was more surprising was the fact that it was halfway imbedded into the collar of his armor, stabbing into his left shoulder blade. The bug had managed to penetrate through one of the only weak points of his suit, the place where the helmet and the rest of the armor met.

"AH FUCK! GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME!" With a shout, Buck hammered at the murderous insect with his right fist. It let out a chittering hiss, but held fast, raising its other claw to imbed itself in the other shoulder. "Oh no you fucking don't" he hissed to the thing as he reached to his back to pull out a shotgun from the assortment of small arms strapped to his back. With a grunt, he hefted the weapon in one hand, before pressing it against the mutant's underbelly and pulling the trigger.

"SCREEEE"

"AAAGGGHHH"

The bug flew off of him, which had the double effect of wrenching the gigantic scythe out of his shoulder. A trail of blood was left hanging in the air for a second, before it fell back down to earth, mixing with the water of the shallow lake. Buck took stock of himself and his enemy. The blast from his shotgun didn't leave a gaping hole in the creature like he hoped it would, but he could see the beginnings of the creature's insides. On his end, his shoulder burned in pain. The claw had dug in deep, tearing out the muscles and his collar bone, and every movement of his arm sent waves of pain up his shoulder and neck. The wound would heal, and the pain started to lessen as adrenalin and med-x began to flow through his system as the armor began the process of closing the wound before too much blood was lost, and locking his arm into a stationary position to keep it from moving, lest the wound open further.

Fuck. The start of Buck's new adventure was not going well for him. Barely two minutes in, and some freak tries to kill me! Just once, couldn't I be welcomed with open arms at my first arrival? A steak dinner? Is that really too much to ask?

(…)

It attacked his friend!

The mean monster had tried to eat his best friend in the whole world! He saw it disappear, and reappear on top of his master. He heard his master cry out in pain.

Dogmeat would not let that monster live. He would tear it into a million pieces, eat it, shit it out, and eat it again before he let the monster hurt his friend again. Quick as a flash, the incensed canine bolted forward, latching onto the creature's neck.

PTEH! GROSS!

The thing tasted like radscorpions, which Dogmeat hated, but nevertheless, he held on with a passion and a vengeance, shaking his head, determined to kill the monster that attacked his friend. The thing reared back in surprise, trying to dislodge the animal, but Dogmeat held fast onto the creature's neck.

(…)

Riven was loath to admit it, but things had gone to shit pretty quickly. It had looked like the thing had wanted to make niceties with them, but then that piece of shit bug Kha'zix decided for some reason that the new arrival was tasty, and had promptly pounced onto the thing

Man. It's probably a man. Or at least human. The spray of red blood and expletives almost confirmed both of those points, but the voice had sounded distorted, like it had been put through Corki's radio. But that wasn't really important right now. What was important was the showdown between the bug and the mutt, which had promptly bolted forward and chomped down on Kha's neck. Riven was a little satisfied to see the bug attempt in vain to kill the animal, as his claws couldn't quite reach far enough upward to stab the creature. But the original problem still remained: collateral damage.

If I go in now, I'll definitely kill the dog. Don't think that will help first relations.

She could do nothing but watch, as the man pulled a wicked looking hooked blade from his back. The thing looked primitive and almost barbaric, the blade was a rough zigzag with holes in the thing near the tip. Still, the man charged forward towards Kha, attempting to return the favor and stab the bug in the back of his neck, but the blow was deflected by his hard carapace as he arched his head, protecting the back but leaving his underside completely exposed to the mutt, which chewed and writhed with abandon.

Get off, get off, get off!

Eventually, the mutt began to tire, and with one last shake, it dislodged itself from the bug, taking with it a piece of the bug's neck. Kha'zix roared in fury, and attempted to skewer the poor animal, but before he could swipe at the mutt, the man delivered a powerful kick to the bug's abdomen, pushing it back a couple of feet.

Now!

Riven saw her chance, and took it. Before the two sides could go back to tearing each other's throats out, she leapt into the air, and with a mighty roar, brought her massive blade down, slicing Kha's claws off. The bug screeched in pain, but Riven wasn't done yet. With a cry, she again leapt into the air, and with a twirl, brought her blade down again, pushing Kha'zix back into a corner, as the bug had little to defend itself with.

Little, but it still had something.

With a hiss, Kha'zix launched a hail of spikes from his shoulders at the exile. Riven tried to dash aside, but she was a moment too late, and another moment later, she looked down to see spikes jutting out of her abdomen and arms.

"FUCK!"

It wasn't lethal, as most of the spikes had glanced off of her gauntlet, but that didn't make the spikes imbedded into her any less painful. Painful enough to give her pause for a moment, as she glared at the insect, contemplating how exactly she was going to keep him alive long enough so she could beat him to death with his own skull. But before she could complete the thought, she heard thunderous footfalls behind her. Turning her head slightly, she watched as the metal man charged shoulder first at the bug, pick him up, and slam him into the stone lining the pit.

Kha'zix didn't so much crumple against the wall, as he did splatter. Chunks of viscera and wing bits coated the armored warrior as he took a step back, certain that the bug wasn't getting up any time soon. She could hear heavy breathing emanating from the masked man as he tried to wipe the blood off of his armor. Riven shifted her grip on her now broken blade, a minute clink escaping from her clenched hand. Barely a sound was made, but the armored man heard it, and a moment later, Riven was staring down the length of a very long gun barrel.

"Alright, I'm done being nice. Where the hell am I?"

(…)

"We've finished analyzing the signal, sir."

"And?"

"It doesn't exist here."

"What do you mean, it doesn't exist here? We found another signal!"

"We did, but it does not exist here. However, it still does exist."

"Their teleporter."

"Exactly. We don't know how it picked up the signal. Maybe it was constructed incorrectly somehow, or maybe it's in a unique location, but it seems to be the only teleporter able to pick up the frequency. We can send out a courser as soon as…"

"No."

"No? But we can have one there almost immediately."

"How do you think he is going to react if we send a courser after him?"

"Sir?"

"He doesn't know us. He has no knowledge of my survival, so he won't trust us if we send a killing machine after him. He would destroy it on sight, and with that, any chances to gain him as an asset would be thrown straight out the window."

"…I see. But now what do we do? Are we just going to give up?"

"Of course not. We just need to find someone or something he trusts."

"Hmm. I think I have an idea."

(…)

There were a couple words Buck could use to describe the look on the woman's face.

Shock

Confusion

Disbelief

Betrayal

"Are you kidding me? Did you not see me stab that little piece of shit?"

"Oh yeah, this is all a part of my comedy routine!"

"What?"

"Yeah, and for my next trick, I'm gonna turn you head into a fine red mist if you don't tell me where the fuck I am!"

A little more disbelief. A little more betrayal

"I'll ask you one more time, Where Am I?"

A little more confusion.

"You're…on Summoner's Rift." A pause. "It's run by the Institute of-"

"The Institute?" he interrupted. This is the institute?"

"Where is He?"

"Who?"

"My son! Where is my son? Where is-"

Suddenly, Buck started to feel light headed. The world began to spin around him, as balancing on his own two feet started getting more and more difficult. The readout on his helmet read "severe blood loss. Loss of consciousness imminent."

"Where is-" he tried again, but he was starting to lose feeling in his mouth. Soon enough, he had completely passed out.

(…)

The metal man stopped moving. It didn't fall down like Riven expected it to however. Instead, it just seemed to go limp. In the seconds before, it seemed like it was trying to ask her something.

"What the hell?"

So this took a while. A lot of the delay was school, but it was mostly because I actually have no idea about what I am going to do with this story. I don't have an end goal in mind, so its been hard to write. This story will probably be updating slower than my other story (which is also about freak teleporter accidents and characters being thrust into fantasy worlds).