I stare across my beloved icy plains, breathing out blue smoke and relaxing at this temperature. The view of the land brings me shudders with excitement as I recalls my memories of my past battles. At the same time I miss my old family, which were slayed due to an unfortunate event. I see red with rage when I remember the murderer. It makes my breasts flex as my heart pounds heavily, my blood boils with anger. I then calms as the cold wind tickles my naked body. I feels warm... Perhaps it is because of my wife, Ashe's love. Ha, I still remember that night we married. Oh boy, she sure takes it far. She certainly like to take the lead, and dominate my life that it actually frighten me. I don't thinks anyone know of her true self... Maybe it's only me... Oh right.
I sweep aside a red hand from touching me with my left thick hand. "Tsk, focus on the placement of your blow and your target's weakness, not your own aim. I thought that bratty prince trained you better than this." I said. I grins at her effort, as she arcs her back for another blow, she dash forth again, I easily dodges it by stepping to my right. She crash into the wall behind me and collapse panting. Shyvana is exhausted... Perhaps I was too tough with her, but I have to, she is too naively trained. I almost pity the prince, but then again. He isn't a prince any more from what the girl has told me over the last few days. I have been through harsh condition, but none like hers. Betrayed, isolated, loveless, and made fool of, who knows what she's thinking about. I thought then I feels a sudden change in wind temperature.
"Whoa!" I'd almost got lost in my thoughts, but I manages to sway aside her flame with my sword. She's getting better, and I should stop thinking this isn't like me. I kicks a patch of snow toward her before charging toward her with my flat side sword tackling her down. She catchs herself on the ground with her head down to the floor.
"Very nicely done there!" I applaudes.
She didn't smile, not even once, instead she just take in a heavy breath and exhaust it out with a great cold air puff. She's deep in a concentration... is she about to do something? She then glance up to me, her eyes they're not her. No, they're more of a bloodthirsty beast with an appetite for slaughter... This is bad. I have to stop her!
In a swift moment, she dash forth both claws looming in front of her aiming for Tryndamere's heart. Tryndamere without a moment of hesitation slams his blade down against Shyvana's metal claws knocking her down and the noise echos over the plain. Growling, she leers at the musculuar man and attempts to strike at him again... only to realize her claws are stuck in the icy plain. I stands over her, with my eyes full of anger, leers at Shyvana. She didn't flinch in a slightest, no hesitation, no regrets, and no fears. I know what must be done.
Thud. I whacks her head with the flat edge of my sword. She collapse down unconscious. A stream of blood flows down from her head. Good, she is bleeding externally, that means her head should clear up soon. I kneel down to loosen her claws out of the ice. A whoosh of wind.
Gasp. I finds myself having difficulty breathing... she's grabbing at my throat. My sword shaken out of my right hand and I am unable to reach the hilt. She was waiting for this moment... Bah, I'm too green. But...this strength it's not her, I can't get her hand to unhinge off my neck, it's as if I'm being held by a hangman noose. I struggles for air. I looks down at her. She's grinning from ear to ear, with the blood flowing over her left eye and down her face dripping off her chin. How... ominous. She pulls her free right arm, and unleash it on my chest.
WHAM.
Blood flies all over, major of it lands on Shyvana, I notice her smiling again and licking it away... Just what in the world happened to her...?
The pain is too much for me to bear, I can feels myself slipping away, her arm inserted inside me, I think it went all way through... oh she released her grip and I slide down her arm and collapse... Dying. To think I'd be dying before I could find my family murderer, fate is certainly cruel. I have to say something as my last regret. "I'm sorry Ashe...I'm not coming back after all."
I feels my legs being held by something as my conciousness fade away.
