LeBlanc, despite being creepily adorned with strange headgear, was not one to fail at warning her less flamboyantly attired compatriots of when her lane went missing. Despite the team doing well, the assassin seemed to have trouble keeping up with the metal menace she currently faced.
The deep rumble of Mordekaiser's baritone voice overtook the silence of mid-lane; his mocking laughter echoing over the dying cries of minions around him. LeBlanc attempted to chain him down, only to be countered with a face-mace. The mid lane game was not going well. It hadn't been since Mordekaiser had been chosen during selection. On the bright side, all other lanes were doing amazingly.
In bottom lane, Caitlyn farmed well and Sona plunked away at her etwahl. The enemy Tristana was forced to cower behind Soraka, who couldn't seem to keep up with the demands for healing. Farm was a plenty and kills were common.
In jungle, Xin moved with ease, danced with his spear on occasion and made bad jokes about tips and points. Occasionally, the enemy jungle, an unfortunate Amumu, would surface and then be sent packing twelve seconds later with tips and points a plenty.
Top lane was Vi against Nasus. Nasus dared not get close until Amumu showed up, who was always about twelve seconds too late. Lanes were a cake walk...
Until Mordekaiser began to roam.
"Hey, dog breath, got a joke for ya!" Vi called from behind a minion. Her fist was alarmingly loud and … steaming, actually. Nasus kept a careful eye on it, lest said eye end up with a fist in it.
"You have my brother's charisma." Was the drawled response. The canine stood ever poised and ready to bring his scepter down on an unsuspecting head. Oh, what he'd give to bring it down on her head right about now.
For the thought, he received another concussive blast to the face. He closed his eyes, sighed heavily and thought of bones, chew toys, and driving a weapon through the incorrigible woman's heart. As he meditated on calming things, she blasted him yet again, and he found himself grinding his teeth.
"... in my sights." Boom. Headshot. Tristana didn't know what hit her. By the time she did, she was already dead. Soraka frowned deeply and ate a banana, insisting that the potassium would alleviate some of her elevated blood pressure. Sona and Caitlyn closed for the kill.
"You ought to expect the banana if you try that, ladies." Said the unicorn lady.
"Plunk plunk pling plonk." Went Sona.
"You may have a tower, but we have an ace in the hole." Caitlyn added, feeling rather good about her cleverness.
Sona moved in, forcing Soraka into a dance as Caitlyn moved in for the kill. The tower was not necessarily kind to the duo, but it certainly wasn't going to kill them. Not yet, anyway.
"Ah, ladies, that's what she said. So. Want to know how I like my weapons?"
Caitlyn whirled, but was too late. Sona was already on thin ice, and with a sickening snap, Mordekaiser finished the mute with a swing from his mace and ripped her soul from her; shortly thereafter, Caitlyn followed suite, ended by her own unwilling support.
"An ally has been slain."
"Double kill."
Vi paused, raising a brow to match her raised fist. Nasus took the opportunity to worm out of her grip and get his battered face away from the enforcer's clenched hand.
"Hey cupcake, quit feeding!" Spoken with a light grin, Vi expected a quick rebuttal and wasn't disappointed.
From bottom lane and through the Rift's magic, "Don't make me come up there, miss ex-criminal."
The pink-haired woman took hold of Nasus again with a laugh, not catching the edge in Caitlyn's voice. "Come at me, Cait!"
Nasus succumbed once again as Vi's fist collided with his face.
LeBlanc glanced this way and that; uncomfortable pushing her lane with Mordekaiser missing. Although, chances were slim he'd come for her this early. She turned back to the tower, continuing the assault with the minions when something heavy struck her along the back of her head. She staggered forward and turned, just in time for the counter swing to catch her in the face.
"An ally has been slain!"
Vi rolled her eyes. Either people had the derps this afternoon, or something was wrong... and speaking of wrong, where was Nasus for his usual pounding? The Enforcer took a quick look around, then stepped back. A mace flew through where she'd been standing, heralding the arrival of the Master of Metal. Behind him, Nasus stood waiting for vengeance. Then, as quickly as he'd appeared, the metal man was gone, leaving an annoyed Nasus and a confused Vi.
Mid tower was gone. Morde stood in the lane, backed by Amumu and Nasus, with both trying and failing to look imposing. Xin hid behind the next tower back, with Cait and Vi standing nearby. Sona was dead and LeBlanc was swiftly following.
"Take out Mordekaiser; the other two are only distractions. Do not engage him without the tower and act with extreme caution." Caitlyn emphasized the 'not', specifically for Vi, who clenched a fist in response.
"Sure thing, cupcake."
Finally, Mordekaiser greeted the team. "I can appreciate the women on this team... in fact, I think I'll make use of them yet. Nasus, Amumu, take care of Xin. I want the others to myself."
Nasus grumbled under his breath about death, doom, gloom and cycles, while Amumu suddenly launched himself forward to tie the group down just outside of tower range. Cait was the first to react. With a quick net, she managed to catapult herself out of harm's way. Vi and Xin however were less evasive, what with Xin busy making witty jokes and Vi's initial reaction of 'punch it'.
Trist came from the brush, joined by Soraka on the other side. Of course, by the time she entered, Amumu no longer had control of the duo and without pause, Vi caught the meggling head-on with a punch. Soraka had Xin, and as Caitlyn groaned and tried to remind them of the actual target, Xin found himself suddenly under heavy assault from Morde. Then, without ceremony, his soul was torn out of his dying body and made to assault Piltover's Finest.
Nasus was more than eager to center on Vi, while the Master of Metal turned his attention to Caitlyn. Soraka and Tristana began to focus on pushing the next tower.
Nasus spun the staff, business end facing Vi. Stepping forward, he waited for her guard to drop. It wasn't a long wait, either. Vi rushed him, going straight into an assault and catching Nasus' weapon in the chest. It knocked the wind from her for a moment as she staggered back. He caught her in a debilitating spell, and closed the distance again, going for a second strike. One thing he failed to calculate was that the woman wasn't down and out yet. At all. A heavy blow as she recovered threw his balance off, and the follow up sent him reeling. As she regained her prowess and his spell wore off, a third knocked him down several pegs.
Nasus scrambled for footing and backed away, with Vi working to close the distance at each step. A familiar shout caught her attention however; giving the Curator the opportunity he needed to flee and flee he did. Meanwhile, Vi looked over her shoulder to find Morde locked in combat with Caitlyn; the latter losing badly. It only took a split second to switch targets.
The Sheriff crouched, favoring an uninjured leg as she sighted again on her target. The snap trap that held him would only last a moment, then it was likely she'd be the next down. She fired and the bullet had a small amount of stopping power to it. The metal man flinched and then let loose with a deep, guttural laugh and deep down, the Sheriff knew what would come next.
"Hey! Laugh at this, asshole!"
Vi's fist caught him by the side of his head, sending him several steps sideways and buying Caitlyn a moment's reprieve. Exactly the time she needed.
"Vi, leave him! We need to retreat!"
"Eat this!"
The Enforcer wasn't exactly listening and with a scream of fury, Mordekaiser was airborne, then on the ground, receiving the beating of a lifetime. When Vi was done, she stepped back for a breather, during which, Mordekaiser stood up, brushed himself off and raised his weapon up to his shoulder.
"Is that it, fool?"
"Nah, I wanna see how well you dent!"
The pink-haired woman growled, caught between potentially heeding Caitlyn's advice and tearing this guy apart.
"I thought as much... you're just as weak as the rest. Run. While you do, I'll enjoy tearing the Sheriff's soul from her body."
Logic then ran screaming down the lane with underwear on it's head while making Super Teemo motions.
Vi charged him, but was caught by a mace blow. She reeled, and barely had her guard up for the next. Another followed quickly, and a third broke her guard. Breathing heavily, she backed up, quite a bit worse for the wear and not fairing well. Blood ran down one arm, and she was sure a few ribs were fractured and or broken, at this point. Her vision blurred. Cait's angry yelling then cut through and called her back to her senses.
"Have you listened to even one bloody word? Get out of there! Now, damn it all!"
And with that, she decided maybe Caitlyn had a point. She turned, looking for a way out. Another mace blow from behind sent her stumbling forward, but she broke out of the fight and ran for it, with the fuming Sheriff meeting her halfway. Behind Cait, Sona flailed wildly on her instrument and followed to assist.
Across communications, Morde continued to taunt them. "That's right. Run, fool."
Vi nearly pitched forward and dropped to a knee, feeling the the familiar embrace of death as the damage sustained continued to aggravate itself. "Shit... Sorry, Cait."
"If Sona weren't here, I'd be far less ticked and possibly quite sympathetic. As that isn't the case, I hope you like lectures." Came the torqued reply.
Sona continued to plunk on her instrument; her music being the only thing between life and death at that very moment.
"Ah man." The Enforcer was caught between wanting and not wanting death at that very aforementioned moment.
Next team fight found the groups in a difference situation. Amumu had already launched in and missed his ult completely. Nasus had ulted and run in circles. Tristana and Soraka were being butchered by Caitlyn and Mordekaiser found Vi overly eager to face him again for some reason. She let him know about this by punching him.
Morde smacked the offending fist away and stepped back.
"Back for another beat down from the master, are we?"
Amumu came from the side, managing at best to trip the Enforcer as Nasus closed in from the other side. Morde stood behind his pawns and scoffed.
"You're not worthy of it this time, fool."
Instead, he turned, facing Caitlyn who as usual, was busy keeping an eye on Vi. The encounter lasted only a few seconds, but left Caitlyn severely injured. Morde turned to the Sheriff's cohort.
"Submit yourself to me and I'll spare the Sheriff's life."
To which, the heated reply was a mad dash and a colorful threat.
"I'm gonna put my fist so f-ing far up your ass, you spit motor oil! Now get your ass over here!"
Empowered by rage and Caitlyn actually sticking around to continue to engage behind the Enforcer, Morde was crushed beneath Vi's onslaught. When the beatdown was done, the small group gathered and made to decimate the base.
"Huehuehue that, asshole."