Ahri never expected to get a rude awakening in the form of heavy metal music as guitar and song shake the tree.
"Ahhh! Can't you flesh sacks play anything other than metal?" Thresh throws a tantrum.
"Your discomfort tickles me, jailer." Mordekaiser says, toning his guitar.
"Silence! Singing the word of death is common practice for the dwellers of the Shadow Isles." Karthus screams at him.
"Your insufferable inability to play anything else is over when I say it's over and that is now!" Thresh bears his hook at his allies.
"Die for Metal!" Karthus hollers.
"Time to shred!" Mordekaiser yells, preparing his weapon.
"Everyone! The grave calls... for all of you to SHUT UP!" Hecarim commands, psitioning himself between them.
Everyone just growls and retreats to do their own thing. Mumbling insults, but keeping the peace. Luckily for Ahri, she barely avoided involvement in a war between some of the most sinister champions. Despite their outbursts, they seemed pretty fond of each when Hecarim tosses each champion a peach to munch on. Karthus bites too deep, dislocating his jaw on the seed. This little accident causes everyone to burst out laughing.
Thresh gets his eye sockets stuffed with peaches Karthus, rendering him blind and more laughter ensued, especially from Mordekaiser.
"Grrr... Hey, Mordekaiser. If your hand smells like peaches, your soul with wither." Thresh calls out.
"Of course my hand smells like fruit I just ate... OUCH!" The master of metal grunts as he holds his hand over his face and in turn, Thresh throws his hook causing the giant to hit himself.
"Poor lost soul."
"Thresh!"
Ahri gets a sweat drop over her head watching the pair play a deadly game of tag while Karthus was busy readjusting his jaw and Hecarim craving some menacing faces into some peaches before praising and eating them. The sight of them reminded her of the nightares she used to have when was she only a fox cowaring in a cave as a violent storm threatens her life with bone-chilling winds and flash floods; the type of chaos that these champions would conjureup. It was one of the few moments where death really was at her doorstep, but she was always saved by that one person.
Even in the deepest cave, devoid of any light, he would find her. Making a fire to ward off the shadows then wrapping her in a soft towel to warm her shivering body. He truly made her fear melt away. Now, nightmares like the four below are nothing, but mere challengers to the nine-tail fox.