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Tryndamere stormed into Lokfar, his eyes searching every nook and cranny until he found a cabin that was set off from the rest of the city. Rushing up to it, he tightens his grip on his sword ready to attack at a moments notice. He listened for a moment, and when he heard nothing inside he pushed open the door slowly, his heart sinking as soon as he lays eyes on his queen. She was stripped down to nothing, her wrists still shackled to the bed. It was evident what had happened, her chest was covered in burns where Brand finished on her. With a quick scan of the room he realized that Brand was already gone, and that if he wanted his revenge he would have to hunt him down.
Coming to her side he uses his sword to cut the chains, leaving the cuffs still around her wrists for the time being. Taking a sheet from the bed he wraps her up gently, lifting her up and laying her softly over his shoulder. She seemed smaller and more frail than usual, that even just the smallest touch would break her. The King found her bow and picked it up, holding it in the same arm that she was in. "Don't worry my sweet.. I'll kill him for what he did to you." As he began to leave the cabin he noticed footsteps burned into the ground. Realizing that this would be the perfect way to track Brand to where he is now. After following the footsteps for awhile he sees Brand sitting with a group of minions. Sharing what appeared to be some type of drink.
Tryndamere lowered Ashe to the ground, making sure she is tucked just out of view and would be safe from harm. Holding tightly onto his sword he eyes his target, knowing that it would be easier if he took out the minions. That way it would just be he and Brand and he could get the revenge he was dying to get. Since they were sitting in a cluster it would be easy for him to take them all out at once. The Barbarian King spun into the little makeshift camp, taking down the minions with a single swing of his sword before coming to stop in front of Brand. "Brand.. You can either stand up and fight like a man.. Or sit there. Either way you are going to die for what you did to my Queen." Brand looked up at Tryndamere and rose to his feet slowly, turning to look him squarely in the face.
"Did she tell you how much she enjoyed it?" The words were like a slap in the face to Tryndamere and it took all his strength to keep himself from killing him on the spot. "You'll regret it.." The king snarled as his swung his giant sword towards the fiery fiend. Brand jumped back, and tossed a ball of fire at Tryndamere. Hitting him squarely in the chest the flames burn the leather strap that holds on the armour on his left arm. The metal hitting the ground with a clash. With his eyes burning with rage, Tryndamere spun back to Brand, hitting him repeatedly with his sword. His fury growing with every strike. The Burning Vengeance tried to dodge but Tryndamere was just too fast, so in order to make the fight fair he continued to throw fireballs at him and attempt to hit him with flaming pillars.
With a sweeping arc of his sword Tryndamere lands a critical blow Brand's chest, molten lava spewing from the wound onto the ground. Enraged, Brand hits Tryndamere with a pillar of flames, hitting him almost immediately with a fireball. While the king is stunned he jumps back, sending a ball of fire into the sky. The ball explodes like a firework, almost like he had sent some sort of flare up. "I'm on a short fuse Tryndamere..." His palms bursting into flames as he awaits the next rally of blows. "No control! No... mercy." Tryndamere walks forward, cutting the balls of fire from the sky that Brand is continually throwing. Bursting with rage Tryndamere spins forward coming right infront of Brand, raising his sword up over his head and bringing it down with all his might. Brand howls as his left arm falls to the ground, having been completely severed by Tryndamere's sword. Stumbling backwards the fiery fiend falls onto his back, his teeth gritting against the pain of just having lost his arm.
Tryndamere is overcome with a burning cold sensation as he is hit from the side with ice. A layer forming around his body and holding him prisoner as Sejuani and Lissandra rush into view. The Ice Witch walks over to Brand, lowering to his level and beginning to pick him up in her arms. Rage built up in the king of Frejlord until he had the strength to shatter the ice holding him captive, spinning towards Lissandra and Brand. Just before the pair is hit by the enormous sword, Lissandra casts a claw of ice forward tearing through the terrain. Within a second the two are teleported to the spot, safely away from Tryndamere.
"Wait here.. We'll take care of him." Lissandra warns as she lays Brand on the ground, far enough away that he would be safe. Coming back to join Sejuani's side the two watch and waiting to make their next move. "I'm your worst nightmare.." Tryndamere brings his sword back, ready to strike the two of them. A grin spreads across Sejuani's lips as she begins to charge forward, planning to knock the king to his back. A wall of ice springing from the ground, causing Sejuani and her boar to crash straight into it. Anivia landing just to the side of Tryndamere.
"My king you need to go. Take Ashe and get out of here!" She says, hearing Sejuani yell in frustration. "No. I am finishing this now Anivia. Brand will die for what he did and if I have to kill Sejuani and Lissandra too then so be it!" A huge keg flies overhead, landing just on the other side of the wall. Through the thinning glass Anivia and Tryndamere could see Lissandra and Sejuani flying backwards, landing on the ground with a thud. "Tryndamere go now..." Gragas' voice boomed as he came up behind the two. The king looks toward the fading wall of ice and then turns towards Ashe, running over to her. The queen was still unconscious as he lifts her, holding her in his arms bridal style. The four of them take off before Sejuani and Lissandra can regroup, knowing in the back of their minds that there wouldn't be a chase because Brand was far too injured.
Snow crunched underfoot as the group made their way back to the capital city of Rakelstake. Ashe groaned as she shifted her position in Tryndamere's arms. "Tryn..?" He tightened his grip on her, looking down at her slowly. "It's alright my queen. We are going home." He said softly, hoping that no one else could hear them. "Tryndamere, you know it's not your fault what happened to her.. Right?" Anivia questioned, coming up next to the two of them.
"Not my fault.. NOT MY FAULT?! Of course it's not my fault! She probably has some sort of alliance with Brand and he double crossed her. She brought this on herself." Tryndamere had a hint of anger in his voice, yet his face held a look of regret. "Do you hear yourself right now Tryndamere? Your blaming her for everything that happened to her?!" Anivia sounded frustrated, appalled that he could say something like that about his queen.
"I don't know. All I know is that I am going to slaughter him! I don't need you questioning me you stupid pigeon!" Tryndamere turned to Anivia, his eyes filled with rage and hatred. He wasn't in the mood for conversation, and he definitely didn't want anyone to question him right now. "Let's not do this here. Everyone just chill out.." Gragas says slowly, almost afraid to step inbetween the feud. "You disgust me Tryndamere..." Anivia says slowly, flapping her wings and flying off, leaving the three of them behind.
The rest of the way back was spent with Gragas calming Tryndamere down, and even sharing a few laughs. When they arrived Gragas kept everyone away from the queen as they took her upstairs to the bedroom. Medics stand at the entrance of the room, begging repeatedly to help take care of Ashe's injuries. Tryndamere merely takes the items from their hands, telling them with his gaze to leave. Cleaning her wounds and bandaging her chest, Tryndamere heads to a neighboring room where Gragas is already drinking. Taking a seat next to his old friend the two of them drink and talk for hours on end. Mainly talking about all the conflict in Frejlord. Towards the end of the night Tryndamere turned to Gragas and frowned.
"I'm gonna kill him Gragas.." Was all he said before wishing his friend a good night and heading up to be with Ashe. She still hadn't taken, and the light from the fireplace cast shadows across her pale skin. Tryndamere pulled the covers to her shoulders, and walked over to the fireplace. He slumped into one of the chairs, staring at the flames until he fell asleep.