The Sheriff sat patiently and with acute senses as the woman began to spew what she knew, out of the need to show her pride and loyalty. Caitlyn always thought it was one of the biggest weaknesses of humanity; boasting your pride. She saw the woman had a gleam in her eyes now as she started to speak. The first few sentences were just nonsensical rabble about how great Mundo was, his muscles, his voice, his laugh, other aspects that frightened Caitlyn to contemplate how this woman knew about them. Eventually she got down to what Caitlyn wanted to hear, and from how long her assistants had been gone, she knew she only had about 3 minutes before they realized she was fooling them.
"Edmundo is our saving grace in this city. Through his strides and breakthroughs in chemicals, science, and hextech, we've been able to compete with the other pointlessly existing cities in Runeterra. It is why we are without life threatening diseases, chronic illnesses, crippling age! Even life threatening injuries like say...a bullet wound." The woman gave Caitlyn a quick smirk. Caitlyn could not help but bring up the obvious. "You say that, but fromw have witnessed, people are sick in the streets, in agonizing pain and still living in poverty. You claim he's made your city great but most of your city is still in the garbage."
Immediately the woman came over to Caitlyn and grabbed the shattered pieces of what was once her nose, causing the Sheriff to scream through gritted teeth. "Those are the weaklings, the ones who are too weak to accept Edmundos gift properly. Their bodies were broken and they were not worthy! I am one of the worthy! His miracles blessed me with their healing. Of course it is not without it's flaws, such as the scars. If it was perfect you can bet our idol would have taken over this weakly established INstitute of War already. They put Edmundo against such inferior beings such as Demacia and Piltover and Ionia…"
The woman started rambling more semi-religious nonsense. Caitlyn got what she needed. The Doctor had a serum or an injection that rapidly heals ones broken body. It rapidly speeds up the bodies healing process more like. Which is why there are still scars. Some people's bodies were not able to take it, and they simply just got worse. Vomiting, bleeding from other orifices and pores on their body, going blind. Some of the horrors the Sheriff witnessed in her short stead in the slums and alleys of Zaun's poor district. Well, at least the Sheriff's curiosity was sated. It had been around 3 minutes and 30 seconds, so the response from her pals should be coming any moment. Two knocks means trouble, and that her story checked out, which it can't. Five knocks means all clear which means there is nobody there and she is found out.
*Knock* One knock heard on the outer wall just slightly above the Sheriff and her captive down in the basement. Looks like I'm out of options, thought Caitlyn. *Knock* another quick knock. Here comes three more…...a full ten seconds went by. Only 2 knocks were heard. Only 2? That means trouble, but who the hell is out there? I don't actually have an agent here." It was the woman's turn to look concerned. "The hell is going on out there, who do you have out there you bitch?!" The woman came up and grabbed Caitlyn's nose again and held firm, tears quickly forming in the Sheriff's eyes. Through her screams and gasps, she could squeak out "I don't know..but whoever it is, I hope to god they get to you before I do!" With a cold glare in her eyes, and a new hopeful resolve for being saved by whoever was outside giving her partners trouble, Caitlyn delivered a completely adrenaline filled, cold glare back into the woman's eyes. A cold so menacing and intimidated, the woman reeled back a little bit.
All of a sudden, as if bad luck had heard the Sheriff's pleas and hope and came to shatter it, three more knocks were heard. The woman looked up towards the sound. A smile quickly forming on her face and a sigh of relief. "Thank goodness, idiots must have forgot which knocks meant wh- IN AN INSTANT, the ceiling above the woman collapsed in on top of her, dust filling the room, the debris crashing to the ground with the sounds of crashing and thudding. The Sheriff quickly launching herself back in her chair, flailing to the floor to avoid the debris. The woman was buried under the initial downpour, but quickly crawled her way out to the far side of the room. The sounds of crashing stopped, debris stopped falling. What was left was a massive hole in the ceiling, leading up to the floor above. The Sheriff could see if was an abandoned house, no furniture, but she saw a ceiling fan so she could tell it was probably a house.
The dust in the room settled a bit, and Caitlyn could hear the woman on the far side gasping and groaning in pain. The Sheriff herself was gasping and breathing hard, wincing every breath she forgot to take through her mouth and not her shattered nostrils. "WHAT THE FUCK, GUYS, WAS THAT YOU? WHO THE HELL-" Her words were interrupted by a figure erupting out of the pile of cement and drywall and rotted wood that had gathered in a pile in the center of the impact point. "Ow ow ow ow ow, son of a bitch. Didn't think the whole damn floor was rotted. Lost my footing." Through the dust, a silhouette could be seen. It looked like that of a woman, but with..massive hands. A loud whirring could be heard from the center of the room where she was, an in a blink of an eye, the figure dashed out of the cloud of smoke, and pinned the Sheriff against the wall. Now clearly in the light, Caitlyn could see the woman's face. She had a soft face, but with fierce eyes. A tattoo on her face that had the roman numeral for the number six on it, and she had ..pink hair?! SHE'S THE PINKETTE!, thought Caitlyn.
The Pinkette's face went from one of sheer anger and determination, to a confused and sort of shy one. Caitlyn and the Pinkette's eyes shared a gaze, except Caitlyn's was one of pain and confusion, and the Pinkette's was one of slow blushing and confusion. "Oh uh..woops. Wrong person, sorry about that beaut- er, i mean, ma'am." She gently lowered Caitlyn down the wall, and lightly brushed off any dirt or pebbles on her. She raised one of the massive metal gauntlets on her hands and wrists, and a slight whirring was heard. A compartment opened up in the front where the top of the wrist would be, and she held it out to the Sheriff. "Here, some bandages, antiseptic, gauze and gauze tape. Your nose is shattered in..looks like four different places, and then it looks like someone just jerked it around afterwards." Caitlyn looked puzzled, but didn't hesitate accepting the aid. She took out the supplies, and the compartment closed itself with a quick *SNAP*, nearly missing the Sheriff's fingers. "OH, shit, sorry, yea still got some bugs to work out in these things! Haha..heh.."
Caitlyn took a mental note, This woman seems destructive and careless as per her entry, but at the same time shy and ditzy, this is the pinkette? I heard stories of her rampaging through the night, demolishing buildings, and eradicating gans, leaving few survivors. A merciless demolition machine. This woman seems like she doesn't even know what the hell she's do-, her thoughts were interrupted abruptly by the pink haired woman."Speaking of who jerked that nose around by the way.." She quickly did a 180 turn and lunged across the basement. The dust had cleared and Caitlyn could see the woman who had beat her trying to limp to the stairs. The Pinkette gave a shriek of effort and rammed the woman into the wall, bouncing herself and the victim off of it. "You sit right the fuck here, bitch. I'm not done with you. Been tracking you guys for weeks through this damned city. You guys basically proclaim yourselfs as the main cult of Edmundo, a.k.a. Dr. Mundo of the League of Legends..That's great for me, cause you see, I gotta talk with him. I got some things to ask, some things to say, some bones to crunch." The woman spoke up with a fire in her soul, "You DISGUSTING DWELLER. WHAT THINKS YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO SPEAK TO SOMEONE OF SUCH A HIGHER EVOLUTION STANDARD THAN YOU FILTHY WORMS. We're all just fucking ants compared to him, he is superb, he is unwavering, he is a borderline deity to this city, and whether we be poor or rich, this city will band together to see you BURN before you cause harm to its national treasure!" The woman hacked up and spit in the Pinkette's face.
By this time, the Sheriff had crafted herself a temporary covering for her nose and bandaged what she could, tho she had no idea how to bandage a broken nose. It looked downright silly, like a little kid played doctor on her while she slept, but it eased the pain a little and stopped what was broken from jiggling around as she moved. The Pinkette took one gauntlet off and wiped the loogie from her face, and a sickening smile formed across her face. With the bare hand, she grabbed the woman by the throat and hoisted her up along the wall with surprising strength and drew back her second gauntlet. More gears turning from inside the gauntlet could be heard, and the gauntlet exhaled some steam from the backend. "I"m going to enjoy this more than somebody should.." She said with a sick pleasure in her voice. As she motioned her arm in a punch towards the woman's body, Cailyn called out.
"WAIT, STOP!" The gauntlet stopped mid air, and the Pinkette turned with a face of annoyance, but still with a smile on it. Truly terrifying. She met the cold gaze of the Sheriff of Piltover. "I demand you put her down so I may have a word with her." The glare dug deep into the Pinkette's eyes, and all but the annoyance on her face disappeared as she released the woman and let her slide to the floor. "Whatever, you got twenty seconds before I level this place anyway." Caitlyn gave a smirk as she walked up to the woman, who was now slightly cowering and shaking on the ground, but never breaking eye contact with the Sheriff. With a little pleasure and commanding tone in her voice, she replied "I only need ten."
She took both her hands and hoisted the woman back up the wall and let her lean on it. "Stroke a Zaunite ego enough and they'll tell you just about anything, like that they're idol is using some kind of chemical or serum to rapidly increase the body's healing factor. Am I right? It's not magic because you still have a scar, something you'd have if your body normally recovered." The woman's eyes filled with shock and fury, and she made an attempt to lunge at the Sheriff, which was quickly shut down by a swift knee to the diaphragm. The woman sliding down the wall, but being caught halfway by Caitlyn, struggling to keep the woman semi standing. "Oh no no no, not yet, I got one more thing to say to you. But first thanks for the information. Thanks for contributing some valuable info to the glorious city state of Piltover, wench. Normally I try to keep my ever so powerful commanding demeanor and professionalism everywhere I go. But the way I see it, no cameras, no media, no witnesses, or at least ones who won't care to spread this around. So..I think I can get away with a little off the record actions."
She was holding the woman up by her head with both of her hands, keeping her from sliding farther past Caitlyn's waist. The woman felt the Sheriff's hands tightly lock around her hair, and jerk her head back, slamming it into the wall. "Now this...THIS..is going to heal wrong." With a grunt of effort, brought the woman's head crashing forward, driving her knee into the entire front of her nose, letting go of her head at the point of impact, letting the force of the strike send the woman's head crashing BACK into the wall. "Now you got one to match. Broken noses are in this season, ya know?" Caitlyn gave a smirk, and turned to the stairs. She stopped at the top to meet the gaze of the Pinkette. "Try not to go back into hiding, I did all this to find you, ya know." The Pinkette's face blushed slightly but kept a deadpan demeanor. "Thanks for the extra five seconds, by the way." With a wave, Caitlyn walked through the basement door, which led directly to the alleyway outside. The Pinkette scoffed, "The hell does that bitch get off thinking she's so high and mighty like that." She walked over to the half conscious body of the woman, and picked her up by the throat once again. "I'll agree with ya on that one tho, bitch" She leaned her gauntlet back and steam hissed out of it, "Pilties are pretty damn arrogant." She followed through with her punch, slamming it into the woman's chest, pinning and crushing her into the wall, blood quickly vomiting up from her mouth, a loud crunching noise could be heard. The force was so great, cracks formed from the impact point, spreading across the foundation of the house. The Pinkette removed her gauntlet, letting the lifeless corpse slink to the ground with a thud. "Spit in my face, stupid cunt." The building rumbled and cracked more, "Oh shit, better get out of here. That cute little Sheriff said she wanted to see me. Huh, when was the last time a woman willingly told me to find them. Can't pass this up.." She also seems to know more than I do about Edmundo. Her sexy cold glare isn't going to help her if she doesn't willingly give up that information.., thought the pink haired bruiser as she walked down the alleyway, enjoying the sounds of a rotted crumbling building behind her fall to the ground.