A/N

Overlooking the last chapter, I kind of switched gears with Tris and Khar really suddenly, I'll try to make everything more gradual from now on.

I glanced at the clock. 9:49, eleven minutes before the first round would begin. I nervously tapped on the table I was sitting at, feeling my pulse shake my body. I had no idea who I'd be going up against for this round, they gave no hints or warnings to anyone. The idea was that if you didn't know who it was, you couldn't do research, and you couldn't exploit weaknesses immediately.

I glanced around the lobby, surrounded by the other competitors. As I scanned the room I caught someone's eye, not for the first time. It was Riven, The Exile. I managed to randomly find her and make eye contact three times now, it was getting odd. Especially since she was in the lobby with all the competitors.

Usually we'd quickly look away from each other but this time, she help my stare. The stare she gave me wasn't nice, but wasn't mean either. If anything, it was suspicious. She began to walk towards me, surprising me. She sat down at the table, across from me, and looked at me again.

"Are you trying to keep an eye on me or something? I feel like everywhere I look lately I see you." Her voice was vaguely threatening, but had a hint of genuine curiosity to it.

"I, uh..." I dropped her eye contact. "No."

"That's not very convincing."

I looked back at her. "I wasn't, I promise. I'm surprised to have seen you again as you are. What are you doing here, anyway?"

She stood up straighter, previously leaning over the table. Her suspicion seemed to have faded. "I'm a competitor."

I was shocked, confused. "What? I thought you were a champion." My voice betraying my attempted professionalism.

"Yeah well," She looked away from me, gloomy. "I did too."

"So then you're here to win your title back?"

Her gaze returned to me, a smirk on her face. "Hell yes I am."

"Well then Riven, good luck to you." I gave her a sincere smile.

She returned it, her cocky smirk fading. "To you as well, uh..." She paused. "I didn't catch your name."

"Khar, The Energy Warrior."

She let out a small giggle, it seemed out of character from her appearance. "I love the title. Good luck out there Khar." She started to get up and walk away. Before I could respond a loud bell rang, signaling that the first round would soon begin. I had to go prepare.

I slowly walked out on to the platform. The fights went one at a time, so others could watch. The majority of the fights wouldn't be laid out this way but this was the institutes way of letting the competitors take notes on each other, contradicting other rules they had in place.

My fight was about to begin, prior to mine most of the fights were boring. Either one person was far better than the other or the fight would get drawn out in an unexciting way. It was finally my time to give it a go and I was getting anxious.

An announcer's voice came from above: "Up first, we have Khar. Khar the energy warrior! Hopefully his flashy title isn't just for show." Didn't take long for me to recognize the voice. They had let Draven, The Glorious Executioner, announce for the tournament. Fantastic.

I walked into my spot on the platform and waved at the spectators in the rows around me, far above me. People cheered, likely for the battle rather than me. I stopped waving and looked ahead, waiting for my opponent.

"And his opponent, Acier, The Steel Nemesis!"

A very, very large man covered in strange armor stepped forward. He was equipped with two hammers, equal in size. They were also quite large. I closed my eyes, not letting his size distract me from my chance of victory.

He stepped into his position as well and I prepared myself, focusing on all the energy around me.

I felt some hang in the air and some rush around me. I felt the life energy of the man in front of me and the heat from the spectators' bodies. My eyes were closed but I could sense everything around me.

"Let the match..." Draven started.

I began to absorb that energy into my body, giving off a dim light.

"Begin!"

I kept going, focusing hard and finally absorbing all I could into my body. I opened my eyes in enough time to see Acier charging at me. I quickly leaped sideways, doing it quickly enough to avoid him. His size left him slow. That would be my advantage.

I turned behind me and watch as he began to slam one of his hammer, keeping a close eye on both hands to anticipate when and where he would strike.

both to my right.

I trusted my instinct and jumped to my left. His attack would be slow enough to give me time to get my own weapon. I opened my hand and lifted it forward, drawing the energy I absorbed out into it. An object began to form in my hand, the particles of energy dancing around my hand and shining.

The started to form which was all I needed, I ran around to Acier's other side as he brought back up his massive hammers. He seemed to evaluate the situation very well. He threw his hammers to the side and clenched his fist. He knew he couldn't be that slow against me.

The weapon began to form in my hand as I looked around quickly. The platform had been surrounded in some barrier, like summoner's rift. I would be able to kill Acier without actually killing him. Neither of us even had to hold back.

I smirked at Acier, we stared each other down. He was easily twice my size in height and every other aspect of my body. My weapon was fully formed. A war-hammer made of pure energy.

I darted forward. The war-hammer had the same strength as if it were made of steel, but was nearly weightless. I jumped in the air, spinning once in the air to give my swing more force. I was aiming for his chest but he moved unexpectantly. My hammer slammed into his shoulder.

The force of the blow clearly hurt Acier, but not as badly as I would've liked.

I landed on the ground and dashed backwards to avoid another slam from his massive fist. I stumbled as I did before, not considering his strength. This time he had the advantage.

He used his strength to launch himself forward. I formed a shield of energy over my chest; but did not have the time to form it fully. He smashed his fist against my chest and sent me flying backwards.

My shield absorbed some of the impact but the punch had enough impact to make my hammer disperse. I skidded against the ground before coming to a stop, flat on my back. I could taste blood in my mouth. He really did hit me hard.

Sprung up from the ground and looked around for Acier. He had disappeared. Where could a man around 10 feet hide in an open arena?

Then it hit me, as he almost did. I looked above me to see a massive ball of steel hurtling downward towards me. I used almost the last of my energy to push myself backwards, evading the devestating blow.

I jumped off of the ground as he crashed into it. The platform beneath him crumbled under the force. I didn't have much energy left, and I'd have no time to recharge. I'd have to be clever.

I focused on thinking as he recovered. I had to think fast.

"It seems The Energy Warrior just might be out of moves!" Draven shouted to the audience.

"Don't get ahead of yourself just yet." I grunted.

A plan finally formed in my head, but there was no guarantee it would work.

I focused all my remaining energy into two places: my feet and one of my hands.

I waited for Acier to make his move, and then I made mine.

I sprung myself high into the air. I was going to use Acier's own tactic against him.

When I reached my peak and started to fall, I used the energy surrounding me to somewhat control my descent. I aimed myself straight for Acier, glowing fist ready.

I reached my target and slammed my impowered fist into his chest, the force cracking his armor. The monster of a man was sent flying backwards, pieces of his armor being left behind as the chestplate crubmled.

I smirked. My risky idea had paid off.

Acier stood up, clearly struggling from the blow. His chestplate was extremely damaged, and so was his body. With his chest exposed I would be able to kill him quickly and easily.

I absorbed only a small amount of energy, enough to form a dagger in my hand. It was time to bring the fight to an end.

I sprinted towards my opponenet as the dagger finished forming in my hand. He simply waited and tried to anticipate my attack.

He slowly swung his fist at me and I swiftly dodged it, as well as his follow up attack. I jumped and shoved my dagger into his heart before pushing off of him.

I landed gracefully on the ground in a crouched position and stood up. The behemoth crumbled to the ground before me.

"It appears we have a winner, Khar, The Energy Warrior!" Draven called out.

I smiled in satisfaction as the crowd cheered for me. The platform quickly repaired itself before healing Acier and I. I looked around one last time at the crowd before leaving the platform and going back to the lobby.

"That was intense." A familiar voice called as I entered the tavern/lobby. It was Tris. "And quite impressive."

"Oh, Thanks Tris. Same to you, you did amazing in your match."

She slightly blushed. "Thanks. I forgot how cool you it looks when you do your thing."

I grinned. "It's my favorite part of my abilities honestly."

"Really?" She smiled, amused. "You can use energy to form weapons and heighten your senses, but your favorite part is how it looks?"

"Is that bad?"

"Honestly? It's kind of cute." She said, showing her signature smile. Dimples and all.

It was my turn to blush. "So then, we're both moving on to the next round."

"You're right. Maybe we'll be able to get that match we talked about. You against me." Her tone was friendly but face was slowly becoming more serious, something that happened often.

"Hopefully. Like I said, I like a challenge."

"Good." Her face was now beginning to change back to its normal warm, friendly state. "Do you wanna do somethi-"

Tris was cut off by a voice calling her name, a short girl.

She looked at her then back at me, an apologetic expression on her face. "Sorry Khar, I have to do something with my friend. I'll catch up with you later?"

"Yeah, sure." We smiled at each other as a farewell and she took off towards her friend. I looked around for something else to occupy myself with.

There was another match going on, I looked to investigate. I looked out from the large window of the lobby, observing the fight.

The contestants appeared to be someone I didn't recognize and... Riven.

I watched as Riven charged forward quickly, suddenly dodging to the side as her opponent shot out a projectile towards her. She dashed forward, getting close enough to stun her opponent, allowing her to give a small amount of slashes before being pushed back. Her opponent shot multiple projectiles towards her/ She managed to dodge a few but took a few shots in the process.

Riven dashed away, blocking and dodging some of the attacks and stood still for a second, raising her broken sword into the air. It repaired itself instantly, it was like magic.

Her opponent's eyes widened in shock, clearly unaware of her true capabilities. Riven dashed forward again, slashing her sword in the air and releasing a slash of energy aimed at her opponent. It sliced clean through his chest, the killing blow.

I observed Riven. Other than mildly increased breathing she had barely broken a sweat. I was amazed at her skill.

How did she ever lose her place in The League?

"You did amazing Riven!" I praised the former-champion as I caught sight of her, she approached me. She still didn't seem worn out at all from her fight just a few minutes before.

She grinned with confidence. "Thanks Khar, it was nothing." I smiled at her clearly sarcastic remark. "It was actually nice to fight again, it's been a while."

It took effort to stop my jaw from dropping. "That was you when you're rusty?" My surprise wasn't slightly hidden.

Her grin grew a bit, clearly flattered. "Uh, yeah. Honestly didn't think it was all that impressive."

"It definitely was."

"You did pretty well too, I gotta say." She playfully hit my shoulder. Her face suddenly lost its expression. "Well it's been nice chatting and all, Khar but I should get going." Her eyes were focused on the entrance, her expression completely changed, similar to Tris' sudden serious moments. Her words didn't even seem like she said them.

"Uh, yeah alright." I replied awkwardly. What just happened?

I watched as she walked at a brisk pace to the door, trying to figure out what triggered that reaction from her. I looked around cautiously, deciding if I should follow her or not. Before I knew it I was walking quickly, following her exact path and trying to remain unseen. I watched as she approached another door cautiously, crouched low. she seemed like she might be following someone as well. Who could she have seen for her to react like that?

She entered the room and after a few seconds I followed. As I entered the room slowly I examined it quickly, using my abilities to heighten my senses. I hid behind a box, the room seemed to be a storage area. Riven stopped being cautious, wanting the person in front of her to notice that she was there now. The man she had been following was much farther ahead of her than I was of her. Regardless of the distance between them the man in front of her noticed her presence right away.

The man turned towards Riven, revealing himself to both of us. My mouth opened in surprise, it was Yasuo, The Unforgiven.

I'm so sorry this took so long to finish, a lot of shit has been happening as of late. I hope you enjoyed, please review and tell me what you thought (criticism is welcomed as long as it's constructive)

-Lance