ZIGGS
"The support. That little thing. I mean, really..."
These and other alike comments were about what he had to mostly hear since he arrived to that group of enforcers, apparently more like vigilantes, delivered by Camille via an unknown driver from that asylum. The outdoors, for a man (or Yordle) such as him seemed refreshing after almost half a century imprisoned, despite the gloomy look, the smell and generally the surrounding filth.
Being only released from the constraints of his straightjacket, as he demanded not be touched for washing himself, changing clothes and gathering his belongings (which were merely a few books and some black coal), Ziggs now wore what seemed like a dark brown tactical jumpsuit meant for creatures his stature, with some iron plating vests and pads shielding his torso, shoulders, forearms and wrists, as well as armored kneepads and boots. His forehead also seemed covered by some sort of tick metal plating emulating a helmet, but one which allowed his furry ears to run free. The eyes were covered by a set of thick googles, almost like binoculars, glowing an ominous green within them.
And now he was sitting there, on the ground, facing a kicked door used as a makeshift table, dismantling the hand grenades originally handed to him by the Ironhands. That, as well as a few explosives, even 'confiscated' makeshift ones by the fissurefolk. All of those supposedly meant to, well, explode.
But Ziggs knew better. That's why he was doing that, right now, and he'd see his end of the deal meet, just so for the fateful meeting promised at the place. All the while those taller people, all those taller Pilties all talking about him.
"Was apparenly recommended by an intelligencer. The finest, he said.", an Ironhand enforcer besides the first one replied. "And if Ternnus believes he'll pull the weight..."
"For real, Rex, I'm with Ternnus, but even *he* wouldn't go along with this.", the first Ironhand commented, gesturing at Ziggs. "And one would expect actual support, like more explosives or even hired guns. Or better that, this intelligencer coming along!"
"I heard him asking that, Pelt.", Rex said. "She said along those lines of 'a lady never dirties her hands'. Typical."
"It's not hers on the line!", Pelt retorted. "Look at it, doesn't even look like it can run a single mile, I'd instead rather want to take it to whatever orphanage he came out of."
"But suppose, remotely, this thing can do it, just like Ternnus said.", Rex replied.
"Even if he does, he still isn't one of us.", Pelt readily retorted. "He's not even human. I can only hope he enjoys cat food..."
Ziggs' head raised a bit. He was almost finished with that one, another of about thirteen.
"Pelt, really?", Rex said, in sarcasm.
"Okay, okay, he does well enough, I'll give him a yarn ball, I swear.", Pelt said, snickering. Then Rex followed.
While both were snickering at their 'jokes', Ziggs got on his feet, his hand giving a barely visible hint of what he was working on.
It seemed like a ball, almost the size of a juicy orange, but not exactly round, as it was mostly wrapped in some material around it, except the lid and fuse atop it. Ziggs let his hand drop the ball towards the ground, as it surprisingly bounced itself back up to a height where he could pick up with his hand. He did again, this time with a bit more strength, and so the ball bounced back even higher, landing then on his palm.
Then suddenly Ziggs did a quick movement with his left hand, and the ball's fuse lit up, starting sparkles and a subtle hiss. He then threw the ball forward in a distance, where it bounced once.
Bounced twice.
And then a fireball which reached both sides of the alley, the flames touching both walls, plus an astounding sound that caught the two joking Ironhands off-guard, making them jump and grab their strapped rifles. Ziggs then turned his head to the right, as it acknowledging those two Ironhands, as he fastened a special belt, loaded with other balls just like the one he lit and threw, the balls strapped to buttoned holsters.
Ziggs then looked forward, at the remaining flames from the explosion. It was showtime.
Ziggs rapidly took one of the bombs and lit it up, walking forward slowly and throwing it to a corner of the wall, equally bouncing it to the other side and exploding. Ziggs then did it again, still walking forward, but this time aiming upwards as the third bomb bounced off the walls and exploded midair.
Rex and Pelt nodded a bit at that. That... thing wasn't *that* bad, at all.
Then Ziggs started running, getting two bombs off at once, lighting both up and throwing them in a crossed pattern ahead, at the same time he picked a third one and then threw it ahead.
All of them exploded.
This all reminded him of his childhood and teenage days, long gone. Of Bandle City. Of school. Of the sports he practiced with other kids. Especially those involving throwing balls, in which he grew to like a bit, but the others didn't much.
They thought he threw too violent at them. And at the teachers.
He threw two more bombs on each corner besides him, on which they hit each other mid-impact and bounced back to the wall, exploding but he already dashed past the blast site.
"Okay!", Pelt shouted. "You proved it, you can cut it out now!"
But Ziggs didn't listen and in the meantime he violently lit and threw one more bomb at the ground with bounced back with such a height much atop him, on which Ziggs slid past it and immediately turned around and threw another bomb, but an unlit one, at the still flying bomb.
The unlit bomb hit the lit one with such a violence it was sent flying in a direction, as Ziggs stared down and back.
Back towards the once laughing Ironhands. Where they saw something sparkling flying towards them, and dodged for cover almost too late.
The bomb reached and hit where they once stood, exploding in a plume of fiery wineroses, the flames almost hitting both Ironhands.
Shortly after, two other Ironhands arrived, a man and woman. Ziggs recognized the man as the one which greeted and spoke to him, when he arrived there. The woman was mostly close to him, but he knew she glanced at him and was in disbelief, in a negative sense, and was most likely mocking the Yordle as all the others were.
But Ziggs, at the moment, was walking back towards Ternnus and Colleen and grinning in total serenity, in the multiple layers of satisfaction achieved.
The free air and space. The opportunity to blow something. And having shown these 'Ironhands' what he was really about.
By the time he reached Ternnus, the same observing some of the destruction and flames all around, including those close to him, he and Ternnus stared, eyes deadlocked for a while, before Ziggs then turned his head to the right, where Ternnus followed.
There were Rex and Pelt, merely observing it, breathing heavily. Ziggs stared back at Ternnus and tilted his head slightly, before resuming to walk, past Ternnus and back to the door which was his makeshift table, unfastening his bomb belt and sitting down to resume his work. The grin alleviated to a smirk.
Ternnus turned to both Rex and Pelt. "Shift. At. The wagons.", he ordered, the tone apparently of one trying to keep his control. Rex and Pelt said nothing, just turned to leave, as then he and Colleen took their leave.
He noticed them leaving, and by then he allowed his smirk to be gone.
He knew that, later, there'd be much to smile about, and this time it'd be a genuine one.
Notes:
Either 'Believer' or 'Bones', both indeed by Imagine Dragons, were the inspiration for Ziggs' introduction of his abilities. That as well as dodgeball practice, since throwing is his trait in-game.
Also, whether I think of his voice, rather than the LoL's voice actor (hey, it DID happen with Jinx, with Ella Purnell instead of Sarah Anne Williams) I always imagined Michael Mando for the voice. That's right, Mr. Nacho Vargas/Vaas Montenegro himself, of course a bit under restraint. xD
And for those whom wish there's something wrong about Ziggs' current run, just read the summary up in there. We're not in the finals, yet, we're getting there.