Sorry for being on hiatus lately… or maybe the past couple months… Well anyways, hope you guys enjoy the story!
Today was the day to show the world. To show the world, DRAAAAVEN! I was getting ready in the changing room right behind the stage as I prepared for the first Draaaaven execution in history. I donned my armor, spiked my hair straight up, and for the final touch, a white scarf. I sharpened my axes and stepped out onto the stage.
The crowd sat in silence as I stepped out. I was disappointed so figured to try to rally the crowd.
"YEAH! Who wants some Draven?!"
No response. I decided to just get a move on.
"Alrighty! Let's get this show on the road! Bring him on up!"
A gate opened and young man with many tattoos stepped onto the stage. I asked him if he knew what was going to happen to him but he ignored me and stared at the ground. After awhile, he said,
"I am proud of what I have done for my country and I am not afraid of death so why don't you hurry up and kill me?"
I responded with an "OK then lets get started… Go run to the door and make your escape,"
Now the crowd was going nuts. They were booing and yelling and calling me a traitor to Noxus. But it all stopped as the Demacian started running. They all stared at me as I calmly took out one of my axes, started to spin it, and hurled it at the fleeing Demacian. It hit him with a squelching noise as it punctured his back. He fell dead. I heard a noise. A glorious one at that! The crowd was chanting my name over and over.
"DRAVEN DRAVEN DRAVEN DRAVEN!"
I stood there for a while taking all the glory in and rallying the crowd further. It was great.