Me: "Another one already Zero? You spoil us!"

…

hehe, yeah I do.

The Grand Duelist

They fell so easily. The purple garbed casters fell within half of one strike, their tougher melee equipped brethren barely lasted the first and were easily felled by a cut from her parrying blade. She hated fighting these mere dolls, felling them easily as they mindlessly beat at her own blue ones. Still, such was one of the few prices to pay when faced with an entire Institute filled with strong contenders. The leashes on her abilities were at least reasonable, though tiresome, and the prospect of returning enemies was nice. They could see what she brought to the table in the fight, and she could laugh when their new tactics or items didn't stop her from ending their lives once more. She chuckled haughtily at the thought. Her lane opponent has been gone for a while now and she was enjoying the free farm. She's hardly had to go back in the time its taken for her to reach this level of skill, not a single defensive item bought or even considered. When she had extra gold after finishing her Hydra she had paused in front of the shopkeeper and one of her current teammates, Ahri, and laughed. Her summoner had just suggested purchasing a guardian angel, the improved armor and magic resist likely to help her survive even more damage while its unique ability to save one from the brink of death would be useful since as of now she would be, as the summoner said, "Focused harder than a pedophile in prison."

Instead, she purchases a Last Whisper and walks back to top lane to destroy a large minion wave approaching her turret while contemptibly reprimanding her summoner.

"You do not need to worry about me summoner." She says, her accent heavy and obvious, showing her dialect to be from the Perision District of Demacia. "These bumbling swine cannot even 'ope to touch me with their unrefined style." She smiles, feeling like that is all that is needed to get her point across as she advances forward, her legs taking long sure strides as she approaches and decimates the wave. Once done she looks to the side, pings sounding in her mind as her team warns her to be careful. She stands by the river at top lane, alone and devoid of any immediate help while the rest of her companions spread out near bot. Mid and jungler taking down dragon while the adc and support push the lane past river.

Of course, fearing nothing Fiora completely ignores their warnings and decides she would rather enjoy the enemy's red buff being in her possession. Striding forward once more she walks through the tri bush by the river, heading for the cove like encampment that houses the lizard and buff. A flash of movement appears at her right and she pauses mid-stride, seeing the bushes rustle. Suddenly a concussive blast of air hits her face and she grunts, snapping her eyes back open a second later only to see a tattooed Ionian stand before her, cloth wrapped around his eyes and hair done in a single braided ponytail long enough to wrap several times around his neck upper chest. Before she can stab his foot launches out with a shout of "hikkuuhh!" and sends her flying over the wall into the muck and mud of the river beside the monstrous Baron. Immediately it roars and spews nearly a truckload of various acids on her, dousing her in liquids that burn her skin and lungs whenever she tries to breathe, harden over her like mucus and slow her movements, sapping the strength of her limbs. As if that weren't bad enough suddenly the man is flying once more, straight to her and knees her directly in the stomach. Landing on the floor he smashes the ground and finds his target once again, attacking with a sweep of his arm to hit her shin and forearm, fracturing bones in both. The magic of the Rift quickly works to heal her limbs but suddenly she froze. All of the enemy team stood behind her, weapons and abilities primed.

A man of metal pointed at her, a device on his arm shooting the air above and conjuring a painful singularity that squeezed and pulled her simultaneously for a split second before leaving behind a Chaos Storm. The Ever hungry voidling to her right opened its mouth as a horrible sizzling sound echoed up from it, body turning to a menacing violet hue as it releases a Barrage of Bio-Arcane projectiles. Beside him another Ionian stands, sigils covering her arms and glowing green as she blasts a single bolt of energy that erupts over the Duelist's body and covers the ground in a spiderweb of cracks as what seems like magical magma stews for a second before exploding upwards in a geyser of pain. Finally the last member, shamed to his team for letting her begin her reign of terror laughs darkly as he fires a single piercing harpoon that stabs and violently electrocutes on impact, then turns on a flamethrower that burns and burns and burns the woman.

She steps back, about to engage a Blade Waltz, preparing to show these insolent peasants why they will not beat her, until a cold numbness suddenly grips her. From the pit of her stomach to the tips of her fingers it spreads, making her stumble and fall as she sees a second bolt buried in her body, the electricity from it just now fading as its charge is depleted and her corpse quickly cools in the waters of the river.

And all she can think of is her father.

Her greatest role model.

Her beloved, proud, awesome, fantastic, glorious, strong, refined, father.

Her main inspiration and driving force to become the greatest duelist Demacia had ever known and ever will know.

Her greatest shame.

Her biggest disappointment and most scathing betrayal.

And her main inspiration to prove that the Laurent's were not filthy, unrefined cheaters and that they truly were better than everyone else in their fighting style.

A truth that she seemingly, could not prove.

Me: Yeah! Man League is just sucking me in more and more. I don't think I'll ever get tired of this game. Most of the community though…gee whiz, we need muzzles that come in human size.