Firstly, sorry for my brief hiatus =( I apologize.

Secondly, I'm trying to avoid any obvious pairs. This means no Garen/Katarina people, sorry. Although after Living Nightmare, the whether Lux/Noct is canon debatable... Therefore, sorry Panth/Leona guy, but I don't think it's gonna work =(

Note- this takes place before the particular champions are in the League.

Shadows, bent and twisted. Lampposts desperately trying to push back the darkness of night, the globes of light engaged in a never-ending struggle against the black.

One shadow twists, disappears.

Another one moves, several feet away. It disappears as well.

The movement is almost impossible to see in the darkness, as it appears the shadows themselves writhe, constantly moving towards a destination.

Nothing but an assignment, Talon thought. He thought back to his briefing earlier. Just a magician called Janna- easy prey.

He hadn't been told much- only that she was an air mage of some sort, and that she had to be eliminated. That was more than some of the assignments he'd gotten before from General Du Couteau. Talon was sure he'd get her easily. There was a reason he was known as the Blade's Shadow of course.

Slipping in and out of shadows, Talon steadily made his way to Janna's home. No one noticed him- not even the sharp-eyed Sheriff of Piltover with her uncannily piercing eyes and annoying traps everywhere. He'd passed right behind her, and taken one of her bullets in the process. General Du Couteau would be pleased at the Piltoverean Hextechnology.

At last, Talon arrived at Janna's home. It looked surprisingly small, especially for the rather popular Janna, but Talon was sure this was the place- his memory never failed him, and this was surely the address.

Going to the back of the house, Talon carefully oiled the hinges of the back door, and swung it open with practiced silence. His worn leather boots made no sound as Talon made his way up to the bedroom.

Even though the stairs creaked- tested by a perfectly weighted pouch- Talon made no noise as he stepped on the perfect spots, moving to the second floor without making as much noise as a pin drop.

Now the House Layout- ah yes. According to the blueprints- handily stored in Talon's head- the bedroom was two doors down to the right. He repeated the door-opening routine- silently oiling the hinges, and swinging open the door, revealing a room with a bed, a desk in a corner, and a wardrobe in another.

Talon slunk to the bed, where a beautiful blond woman slept. Judging by the lumps in the blankets, she had some great curves, and her face was serene, peaceful- ethereal.

Talon wasn't affected by these things. He only needed to get the job done.

He moving close to her, slowly making sure to not make a sound, his blade coming closer and closer to her throat.

Preparing for the thrust which would end Janna's life, Talon inhaled sharply.

A pair of sapphire orbs shot open.

Inwardly, Talon frowned. This might ruin his clean getaway. Most women tended to stop thinking and simply scream, and that might alert the authorities. Fortunately, that meant that they didn't move to stop him.

His blade suddenly surged forwards, but it suddenly stopped moving. Talon stared stupidly at her left hand holding his right arm, not allowing it to move further. It was a distraction of a millisecond, but he suddenly felt horrible pain in both his crotch and his face, as Janna simultaneously kneed his family jewels and head butted his nose.

Talon gasped in surprise. No normal woman would have that reaction- they all just screamed and tried to push him away. Janna had done something that was not taught, but learned through experience and harsh reality.

Even though this was a serious turn of events- it was clear Janna was not an ordinary mage- Talon still kept his composure. He wrenched his arm out of her grip and disappeared into the darkness surrounding Janna's bed. His hiding spot was not the darkest, uncluttered corner- it was under her desk.

Janna didn't even glance at the corner, but shot forth her right hand. Talon was in the middle of a swirling vortex of air, spinning, battered by books, lights, pens, and planks from her now- destroyed desk.

It was clear to Talon now. The move Janna had used when she woke up wasn't taught in self-defense classes- it was learned on the streets. And the fact that Janna didn't look at the obvious, dark choice meant that she had experience in where thieves and assassins would hide. The answer was obvious, yet somehow confounding.

Janna was a street brat, an outcast- a thief, one who'd had to go to sleep hungry, and always fear for her life, or the next meal.

She was just like him.

Talon's mouth opened, as he lapsed into the vernacular unused for so long. "Youhm a gangah, eh?"

Janna's jaw looked like it was trying to touch her toes, as she let up her vortex in sheer surprise at her would-be assassin speaking her childhood language. "An? Dun matter?"

Talon slowly walked towards her. "Dem power-men. Dey dun get wha' we get. The' wondah whai I dun listen?"

Janna's eyes, once confused, were beginning to light up with realization.

Talon continued. "Dey dun kno'. Wha' its like, to live'n dem pitz, or da streets.

Janna's eyes hardened. "Ah've been tellen 'em wha' its like, wha' ei' do." She shook her head. "Dun listen."

"Been scrappin' with 'em." said Talon in disgust. "Rats 'n bats 'ei are, all of 'em." He paused for an instant. "'cept for Du Couteau."

"Ahm fightin' em, Youse fightin' em," Janna said. "All to make'em udderstand." She shook her head. "Ain't workin'." She thought for a bit. "Gotta make'em listen."

Talon nodded unconsciously, then narrowed his eyes. "How?"

"Dem league?" Janna responded. "Den Dey'll listem"

Talon nodded. "Dem League."

They spat on their right hands and shook. "Make dem listen?"

"Make dem listen."

"Togethah?"

"Togethah."

Sorry for the horribad accenting _

Hope you guys enjoyed it XD