Steel Revolution (Now Old!) Chapter 9: Return to the Rift!, a league of legends fanfic

"I would like to thank myself for not listening to my family." –Taric, the Shield of Valoran

Mordekaiser let out a cry of fear as he swung himself up from his metallic couch, his red eyes shining furiously as he bellowed, "HOLY SH#&, STOP HUGGING ME WITH YOUR SLIMY-ASS ARMS!"

…

"…Huh? Oh, it's just a dream."

The iron man let out a sigh of relief. He was on his sofa like usual. Nothing was wrong, and he was not being touched by… whatever the heck he saw in his trippy nightmare. Taking a quick look around him to make sure there were no slimy arms ready to embrace him, the Master of Metal shook his head violently.

Now awake, the Iron Revenant felt like he had forgotten about something.

Oh yeah. League of Legends. Woo hoo. O de le joy. Yay.

The other day, Mercedes had visited him stating that there was a summoner who wanted to cooperate with him in a Summoner's Rift match. Though the summoner was new and barely close to Mercedes' level, the auburn-haired man told him that she was different from most of the people who would summon Mordekaiser. "Kind" seemed like a good way to describe her.

But that was only what Mercedes thought. Having never met her before, the lord of undead immediately judged her and decided she was going to be a heap of garbage.

Okay, maybe I'm not that hard-headed, he thought as he got up from his sofa, cracking his neck,but I don't have any high hopes.

"Bah! No one can truly be kind," he muttered as he left his dormitory. "I guess Mercedes just said that as a figure of speech to make her look decent."

Mordekaiser arrived at the Battle Quarters. The Battle Quarters, to Mordekaiser, was a pointlessly large building where champions who had upcoming matches were to be expected at (before their impending doom). Many of the colors in the building were consisted of blue, purple, and the one and only "white." Taking out the lobby and some of the minor parts of the Quarters, there were ten separate rooms for both summoners and their champions to stay at before the matches began. Mercedes recommended Mordekaiser to get used to the summoner.

The Iron Revenant would recommend the summoner to get used to him.

"Hmm… room 'three…' Well, I guess that means I'm part of the blue team today. Not that the color matters; either way, I'm going to tear something apart. Ha ha ha…"

The lord of undead went inside a short hallway before he searched for "room three." As soon as he found it, he slammed the door open and bolted into the room.

"Ahh… You are my… summoner, I presume?"

Inside, a young teenager with blue summoner robes stood alone, her height almost half of his. Some of her vibrant orange hair flowed out of the hood she wore, which covered her cerulean eyes from the Master of Metal. The girl tried her best to look formal and respectable to Mordekaiser.

"A-Ahem! I…" She paused for a brief moment, gathering her shattered calmness due to the iron man's abrupt entrance. "I-I am very honored to meet you, Sir Mordekaiser. I hope we cooperate exceptionally to defeat the other team."

The girl walked forward.

Before tripping.

She landed on her face in a way that made even the man who enjoyed pain cringe. Silence befell over the two as the summoner showed signs of movement after what felt like an eternity. On her knees, the summoner rubbed her nose regretfully, tears welling up in her eyes. She looked up at Mordekaiser.

"Hue."

The summoner screamed internally as she steadily went red out of embarrassment. Despite the odds, she tried to regain her composure. She already failed to keep a responsible and self-aware image to him, so she knew that damage control was necessary at the very least. Standing up again, she held out her hand to Mordekaiser. The Iron Revenant reluctantly shook her hand, giving her a weird look. She then took a few steps back before staying quiet for a while.

"…So, uh…"

The girl flinched when Mordekaiser asked,

"Is this a joke? Or was that a failed attempt in suicide?"

The summoner flinched yet again, her eyes more watery than usual. In the end, she managed to prevent herself from sniffing in front of the lord of undead. She wouldn't lose. Not just yet.

"S-…Sorry for… worrying you…"

"Oh, don't worry. I'm totally prepared for anything. I got insurance ready incase you somehow kill me- outside of the match."

"…"

…

"M-My name is C-Clementine," the girl managed to blurt out in the tense moment of silence. "Margaret… Clementine."

With a terrifyingly loud voice, Mordekaiser laughed as he responded, "Well then, Cuckoo, nice to meet you. You already know about me, right?"

"Y-Yes," she nodded as she answered slowly. "You are… a tanky fighter. You are… a lord of undead. And y-you… uh…"

"…"

"A-Ah! Y-You're awesome!"

Suddenly, Mordekaiser took out his mace and started tearing at its imaginary guitar strings. Despite the fact that he did not pluck at a single string, the sound of metal holiness reverberated across the room as if he really had been playing something. As soon as he finished his super short jam, the Iron Revenant smashed the mace against the ground, letting the weapon stick out of it unnaturally as he crossed his arms.

"Someone gets it," he said simply with a giddy tone.

Clementine was surprised she did not faint at that point.

"Anyway, you know my abilities, right?" The iron man asked.

"Yes…"

"And you know how to farm?"

"Y-Yes…"

Mordekaiser raised an eyebrow. Something felt off.

"And you know when to look out for ganks?"

"Y-Yes!"

"…Okay," he said as he nodded to himself. "At least you think you have the basic idea on the summoner stuff- which is a good thing, because I'm never ever going to learn how to teach a summoner the 'summoner stuff.' According to the things I remember though, summoners have ranks based on experience. It doesn't matter if you lost every single game before you summoned me; as long as you win when I'm around, everything will be going in the right track. So what level are you, anyway? Twelve? Fifteen? Twenty?"

Clementine whispered,

"Seven…"

"…"

…

"Holy painful sh-"

"I'M TRULY SORRY!"

"YOU BETTER FREAKING BE! I DON'T EVEN HAVE IGNITE OR EXHAUST! WHAT KIND OF MORDEKAISER GOES TO THE RIFT WITHOUT THE BRAZILIAN FLAME, ANYWAY?! THIS IS LITERALLY UNPLAYAB-"

Somewhere in the Institute of War, Mercedes felt a chill run down his spine.

After calming down, Mordekaiser proceeded to explain a simple flowchart that human beings could comprehend.

"When I use my abilities on enemies, I get armor," he stated, getting a nod from the summoner. "This magic armor lets me tank the untankable unlike other tanks. In return, I can't run for sh#% on the Rift because apparently, making me run faster would end the League of Legends' entire metagame.

"I'm not going to use my abilities early on because I drain my own health- which is also kind of stupid, but that problem goes away once I level up and snag some items. What you're really going to have to worry about is my positioning. It's been a while since I went to the middle lane. Who am I fighting again?"

Clementine zoned out momentarily before springing back to life with a look of realization. "A-Akali is going to face you in the middle lane."

"Pah! Akali? That's just E.Z."

"W-What if she goes invisible? From what I know, most people can't face her that well because she can become untargetable…"

The Iron Revenant stared at the summoner, who stared back timidly. After thinking over her words, she blinked before remembering that she was partnering up with a champion who kind of excelled at attacking pretty much anything close to him- even the untargettable.

"Oh…"

"Exactly," the iron man muttered. "Can't really give a flying crap about her Ninja Gaiden sh#% if she can't get past the magic armor I rack up. Any junglers this match?"

At this, Clementine seemed quite confident in answering. She shook her head.

"Alright then, just push."

"…Just push the lane…?"

Raising an eyebrow at the timid girl, he growled, "Are you seriously going to worry about getting me ganked, or are you not up to the task of having map awareness?"

The girl shrunk at his words. Mordekaiser could already tell that it was going to be a bumpy road in getting used to League matches again. Too long had he spent time with his lovely video games, which he found quite entertaining compared to the linear and repetitive League of Legends. But perhaps it had changed enough to get his attention again…?

Only time would tell. Then again, he spent all of his time in a basement during isolation.

Although the girl had a terrifyingly low level and a crushingly meek attitude that made him want to punch a kitten apart, the fact that she wanted to take note of every bit of advice he gave her intrigued him. Perhaps she would actually do better than most of the low level summoners that picked him. There had to be a reason Mercedes recommended Mordekaiser to enter his first League match in months with a shy summoner.

"Anyway, I'm counting on you," he muttered as he ruffled her hair, startling the orange-haired girl. "I'm- no, we're not going to lose, especially considering the fact that this is my grand return from a basement that smells like me now."

Clementine opened her mouth to say something, though she ended up nodding at him instead. She had her head touched by a warlord of chaos and undeath.

Whether or not that was a decent or absolutely horrible omen, she had to admit that the feeling was not as rough as she thought it'd be.

"Attention all summoners and champions," a loud voice announced throughout the entire building. "Prepare for the Summoner's Rift match. It shall begin in one minute."

"Get ready," Mordekaiser told Clementine as he cracked his knuckles.

"It's time to shred."

Author's Notes:

Next chapter – "Literally Unplayable!"

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