We return, swifter than normal, I know!

Ruination: Return Chapter XVI

Worry & Will

Ezreal stares up, taking in the brief flares of blue sky behind the roiling storm of the Mist.

The slightest of blessings from Janna, maybe, even with Piltover and Zaun, miles upon miles away. He stands on the cliffs outside the headquarters, staring out at the ocean.

They'd been back for days, nearly a week now, wounds patched, weapons ready, but for now, all they could do was wait.

Without Senna, there was no one to guide them to their next hunt, even as Vayne stayed glued to the Worldstone, studying the shifting paths of the Mist.

"It's all shifting south." she'd noted, tracing a finger, "Shurima is the likely target… but where."

Scouting missions had been proposed, with Olaf and Riven taking the lead. The Lunari and Ionian survivors were eager to lend their assistance.

But neither were suited for the tangled jungles and searing sands of the southern continent.

Kai'sa… she'd have known good places to start, all the dark corners and shaded recesses that he had missed in his first sojourns into the interior.

There are dozens of ruins across the breadth of Shurima and the neighboring jungles. After cross-checking his notes and the base's library, he is certain that at least half of them have some manner of connection to the Sentinels, more likely were co-opted for their purposes. The main question remains, however: where the hell do they start?

Gwen is worried, but he can't blame her. Very little went right for them in Piltover, and Riven's survival was quite literally a miracle.

Ekko and Vi had already left, eager to return to their home and try and break the Mist's hold over it. Beryn had gotten them properly outfitted, Gwen properly garbed.

Ekko had opted for a solid club of Relic Stone, while Vi had asked Beryn to insert portions of the stone into the massive mining gauntlets she wore.

Something about her seemed passingly familiar to Ezreal, a facet of the Twin Cities' turbulent history, which feels fairly minor compared to everything they face now.

He'd seen them both off, not back into the hidden hell Piltover and Zaun had become, but a mining town called "Rustover."

"Thanks," Ekko states, putting out a hand to shake. Ezreal grasps it with his good hand, the other still aching despite Vayne and Gwen's ministrations, "For all you did."

"Wish we had done more," Ezreal returns, "And that… well, we'd that'd we'd pulled out a win for all that was lost."

Ekko grimaces, "Yeah… still, you managed your own well enough for a Piltie."

Ezreal smirks, "Sure."

Vi, who had been mostly silent since her rescue, often spending the brief time she spent amongst the Sentinels sizing them up, speaks up, "I wouldn't be here if it weren't for all of you, Snips in particular."

She glances at Gwen, who stands off to the side, and gives her a genuine smile and a wink.

"I- you're very welcome!" Gwen returns with a wide grin, but even then, Ezreal could see she was distracted by the others' absence.

"Are you sure you do not wish to take the Oath?" Vayne presses, entering the central chamber.

Ekko nods, and Vi looks to the side, thinking.

"I have too many promises I have to make good on already," Vi states finally, "Not sure I can make another."

Vayne purses her lips but nods in agreement.

"Regardless of that, if you do manage to take the fight to the bastard that started all this, I want in," Vi states.

"Co-signed." Ekko agrees, his hands clenching tighter around the handle of his weapon.

Ezreal opens the portal, and their pair step through, looking around the dusty town beyond. A woman in Piltovan Enforcer gear spots them approaching and drops her rifle before rushing at Vi with panicked elation. Ezreal finds himself smiling despite himself as Vi picks the taller woman up in a tight, spinning hug. The portal closes with Ekko shaking his head and the pair pressing their foreheads together.

"For all you talk of failure, isn't that what we're fighting for?" Riven asks, startling Ezreal, not realizing she had entered the room, "Hope? Joy? Relief."

"I… yeah." Ezreal agrees.

"Then take some solace in that." Riven states, glancing down at the Worldstone, her hand tracing around the Blue Flame Isles and Bilgewater at their heart, "All of us."

"Ezreal?"

Gwen's voice wakes him out of his memory, and he turns to look at her, "Everything alright?"

She blinks, "I'm fine."

The nervous ringing of her hands tells him otherwise.

"Are you? Your arm?" she returns.

"It's better," he states, glancing back out at the stormy ocean beyond them.

"Good, good." Gwen states, "Have Cygnus and the others returned yet?"

"No, they're still checking the northern point of the Isle," Ezreal returns, glancing at Gwen, who immediately smiles.

"It's alright if you're not okay, you know?" Ezreal offers, cutting off her next question and freezing her in place. "You've been putting on a brave face for a while now, and if you need to let it slip, you can. You should even."

Gwen stares at him for a moment, and the next she is hugging him, head buried into his neck.

"I don't know what to do anymore." Gwen murmurs, sounding on the verge of tears, "We fought so hard, made so much progress, and now it feels like it is all slipping away again."

"We lost one, but we still have the others, locked away safe here, and I'm sure Senna will-" Ezreal offers, but she pulls away and looks up at him deathly seriously.

"I… have had this horrible feeling in my stomach for days." Gwen states, "And I… I don't know if they succeeded either."

"Well… we won't be sure until they get back." Ezreal offers, and Gwen goes to speak again, but he pushes forward, "And they will make it back. They're tougher, scrappier, braver, and smarter than I have ever been, and I'm still here, aren't I?"

She laughs and hugs him again. He returns it with a sad smile.

"Besides, they have Diana." he offers succinctly as if that solved every possible problem.

"I thought I was supposed to be the optimist." Gwen remarks.

"And you are!" he returns. "But that doesn't mean you can't be worried, scared, or upset, and that definitely doesn't mean you should push all that aside just to make sure the rest of us are okay."

She nods and pulls away, "But, really, are you okay, Ezreal?"

"Yes," he states, but inside, he says, "No, you hypocrite. You're worried you can't shape up, and your limitations are holding the rest of the Sentinels back."

She stares at him for a moment and smiles softly, "When you're ready, you can tell me the truth. Fair exchange, right?"

"R-right," he murmurs, rubbing the back of his head.

He takes one last look at the ocean and then turns towards the headquarters.

"I'm heading back in, you?" he asks.

"I want to stay out here for a bit," Gwen remarks, twirling her skirts absentmindedly, "It's growing a bit too stuffy and tense in there for my liking."

"Alright," he says, heading inside, wondering if the same scene would be playing out in there as it had for the past several days.

Riven had long grown tired of the bickering.

"We need to press on. The more time we waste, the more likely he is to find the remaining shards of Isolde." Ryze snaps.

"We can not move until the others return. I will not commit us to a place where, as you say, 'gods are raging' without at least knowing where the others are!" Vayne snaps back.

"Waiting any longer is only tightening the noose he's wrapped around our neck." Ryze growls.

"Things were less dire before you recklessly took matters into your own hands, mage." she fires back.

"You had not made any meaningful headway in over a year!" Ryze barks.

"Was that perchance because you and your cabalistic allies, you still refuse to acknowledge, were needlessly complicating our mission by befuddling Senna by constantly moving the remaining shards around?!" Vayne hisses, "Yes? Well then, thank you for f-"

"Fill your mouths with heated stew in place of heated words." Olaf interjects, placing two mountainous bowls before them and then shifting over to Riven, "In other words, shut up!"

Ryze snorts, Vayne grumbles, and Riven fights a smile.

"Thank you." she murmurs as he places a bowl before her, "Doubly so."

"Any more of this, and they will be killing each other by the next dawn," Olaf returns, glancing back at the pair as they ate their meals, staring daggers at each other, "Or… sharing spit."

Riven nearly chokes on her stew, and he chuckles, going off to find their other compatriots.

Taking the momentary silence, she does what she has done for the past several days and places her hand down on the Buhru Sanctum.

It takes only moments for Illaoi's visage to appear above the Worldstone, and before Riven can even open her mouth, the reply comes.

"As before I stated, they are not here, but they are in motion, as Nagakabouros desires," Illaoi remarks curtly.

"And as ever, I ask, what does that even truly mean?" Vayne demands.

Illaoi scoffs and looks down at Riven, "For one so tied to the wind, you remain distressingly anchored. Sitting in one place, hoping for change, will not see them return to you any quicker. Take hold of your own motion, girl, or do you instead wish only to pine after him?"

Riven blinks, "I… do not know what you mean."

Illaoi chuckles," Of course."

She glances at the others, "You, too, are content to stagnate?"

"Rushing in heedless of the danger at half strength is a fool's endeavor." Vayne refutes.

"That it is." Illaoi agrees, "But you should be doing something."

'Oh, she has, namely ignoring my advice and threatening to bite my throat out with her teeth, mostly." Ryze remarks, fishing an eye out of his stew with a flat expression.

"You seek action, yet can only give us the barest of clues where to point any explorations!" Vayne snaps back, and Riven glances up at Illaoi, seeing a bemused expression on her face, "You helped hide them. Why can't you find them?!"

"My… 'coconspirator' as you refer to them never was, and most certainly is not now the most forthcoming individual." Ryze remarks, "I set the groundwork. They took it upon themselves to craft the puzzle we now find ourselves in the midst of."

"Then what bloody us are you?" Vayne demands.

"I seem quite adept at driving you to distraction." Ryze returns, and Vayne goes for one of the bolts on her belt.

"I'm getting rather tired of this play. Do any of you have some new material?" Ezreal remarks, drawing all of their eyes as he walks in carrying a bowl of stew of his own.

Riven shakes her head as Illaoi chuckles, the others turning their hateful glares onto Ezreal, who blanches slightly from the combined heat that is now coming his way.

"Forget everything I just said." he offers meekly.

"No… No, I don't think I will." Vayne returns.

Riven turns her attention back to Illaoi, 'So you really have not seen them."

Illaoi rolls her eyes and shakes her head, "They are no longer in Bilgewater. If it does you any good, I imagine that they are trying to get back to all of you."

"But wh-" Ezreal begins, and a bellowing cry of exaltation cuts him off from outside.

"What in the hells was that?" Ryze demands.

"Olaf," Riven returns, reaching for her blade.

"Do you continue to stay anchored, or are you going to face whatever gift or threat Nagakabouros has seen fit to grant you?" Illaoi asks, staring down at Riven.

Gwen's voice, joining Olaf's cries, sets her into motion. She rushes past Ezreal, with Vayne a step behind.

"Good," Illaoi remarks, her form vanishing back into the Worldstone.

Gwen stares up, amazed, at the vast beast cresting out of the waves, gleaming emerald scales dripping torrents of water as it settles on the beach and begins to lower down.

Olaf rushes to meet it, a wide grin on his face, axes drawn.

"What-"

She turns at Riven's voice and sees the woman's face contorting into shock.

"She's beautiful, isn't she?" Gwen asks.

Riven stares at her wide-eyed and then races down the slopes after Olaf.

"Have you come to take me, beast?!" he bellows, "Are you my death?!"

Vayne shifts past Gwen, falling to a knee as she draws her heavy crossbow and draws a bead on its eye.

"What is this," she murmurs, likely more to herself than Gwen, but she responds anyway.

"She crested the waves and made a beeline for the shore. Olaf seems convinced it's the latest attempt by Mists to take the Isle." she offers.

"It does not look Ruined," Vayne remarks, "But it certainly looks like a threat."

Ezreal appears, lets out a shocked whistle, and then looks down at Vayne.

"I don't think even with that you're gonna do anything more than piss it off," he states, nodding to her drawn crossbow.

"Not if I'm careful," Vayne returns, "Just need to get the eye at the right angle, and it will drop."

The beast continues to lower towards the beach, eying Riven and Olaf warily.

"I wouldn't." a gruff voice states, and Gwen whirls to see a water-worn man dressed in leather and bone standing on the cliff where there was no one but a moment before. Ezreal jumps, and Vayne pivots, crossbow pointing at his face.

"Wouldn't do that either." he rasps and nods down to Olaf. "Call of your rabid Freljordian."

"I don't take orders from wraiths," Vayne states, and she fires.

The strange dodges out of the way of the shot, and in a blink, his blade, a serrated, ugly thing, is pressed to the bottom of her chin.

"Call him off," the man states, his eyes glowing a vibrant green-blue.

Ezreal raises his gauntlet, sharing a glance with Gwen as Vayen readies herself to lunge, and Gwen feels… an urge to listen.

"Stop!" she shouts, drawing Riven and Olaf's attention up to her.

And the beast fully lowers to the beach, its jaws opening wide.

Gwen glances down and feels her heart skip a beat as she sees Lucian emerge, carrying an unconscious Senna in his arms. The others begin to funnel out after him, but Gwen can't fully see them.

She can only see Senna and is moving before she realizes it.

"Gwen!" Vayne cries, grabbing for her wrist but just barely missing as Gwen rushes down the sheer cliff, rolling her ankle but able to land steadily.

"Senna?!" Gwen cries, racing to Lucian, Hallowed Mist billowing from her hands.

"Senna?!"

Yasuo finishes his third bowl of stew, looking up as Riven and Olaf exchange glances.

"So… she betrayed you, you lost the shard?" Olaf asks.

"Yes… it was a complicated affair, and she was vulnerable, as so many have been," Yasuo remarks grimly, "And that enabled him to worm his way in."

"We trust this 'Pyke'?" Riven asks, leaning in and glancing over to him, where he, Vayne, and Ryze seem to be in a three-way staring contest of mutual distrust.

"Normally, I wouldn't think so," Yasuo offers, "But he saved my skin a dozen times on the Isles, and we wouldn't be here without him."

"And the other one?" Olaf asks, pointing a finger over his shoulder at Graves, who sits in the corner looking a mixture of lost and awed, eating another bowl of Olaf's cooking.

"Yeah… I have no idea there." Yasuo returns with a shake of his head, "Give some time for things to calm down around here again, and he's probably gonna be keen for a ticket out of here."

Riven nods, "And Senna, what happened?"

"I- I don't really know, things were rough for her in Bilgewater. She wasn't thinking straight, cutting loose in ways I haven't seen before." Yasuo states, rubbing his chin.

"I think she meant why our leader is missing an arm," Olaf states, picking at his teeth with a stray bone.

"Viego… something's changed with him, I think," Yasuo says, "The wound wouldn't heal, but maybe it's different since she's…"

He hesitates, and Diana walks by, finishing his sentence, "Not fully alive."

"Mm." Yasuo agrees.

"What of you, Diana? Are you well, hungry?" Olaf asks, and the demigod turns to them.

"I am fine, and thank you. I will eat after I see to my people," Diana states.

"Are you sure?" Riven asks, "You were literally in the belly of the beast for days."

"Truly, Ledros and I have come out of our encounters in Bilgewater relatively unscathed." She looks at Ledros, playing sentinel, to the room Senna is being looked after. "In his case, perhaps he is better off even."

She looks at Yasuo, "And he is not alone."

Riven shoots Yasuo a look, and he smiles slightly.

"But if anyone needs your food and perhaps your befuddling drink, I would say it would be Lucian." Diana offers, "He fed what little rations he had to Senna and, despite our urgings, gave what we shared with him to her as well. His will is… an impressive and dangerous thing."

"Yeah…" Yasuo agrees, trying not to let some of his inner worry come through, but the eyebrow Riven quirks seems to hint that he partially failed.

"Right, then I am off to force the Purifier to look after himself." Olaf states, getting to his feet, "Wish me luck."

"Good luck," the three state, with Diana adding, "Though I imagine if pressed, you could simply throw him over your shoulder."

"I will keep that in mind," Olaf returns, grinning widely. "He is slippery, though."

"Good evening to you both as well," Diana states, nodding politely to Yasuo and Riven and heading out of the headquarters.

Yasuo reaches for his bottle and freezes as Riven reaches out and takes his hand. The one formally scarred by the Mists.

"Is this what she meant?" Riven asks, turning his arm over.

"Yes, we were warned by a priestess of Nagakabouros th-" he begins, but Riven interrupts.

"Your friend, Illaoi?" she asks.

"Y-yes, how did you-?" he returns.

"We were eager to know what had befallen you," Riven states. She seems to realize she is still holding Yasuo's hand and is going to pull away, but to his own surprise, he squeezes her hand gently.

She looks up at him, and he smiles slightly, going to speak only for Vayne to appear at Riven's shoulder.

"Correction, she was." Vayne states, having grown tired of the "contest" with Ryze and Pyke, "What became of the 'Crown,' you were so worried about?"

"It… was stolen," Yasuo offers. She seemed to think we had something to do with it, meaning Pyke, Illaoi, and me, but clearly, that isn't the case."

"So then, where is it?" Vayne demands.

"No idea." he returns, "A lot went down before we could get into that line of questioning. Clearly."

Vayne sighs, rubbing the bridge of her nose. "Wonderful. I am going to get some rest. Wake me if anything occurs."

And with that, she is gone. He looks back at Riven, and she looks around with a probing expression.

"What is it?" he asks.

"Just looking to see if anyone else is eager to interrupt us?" she states flatly, breaking into a sardonic grin after a moment.

He laughs and realizes that she is still holding his hand.

She looks down and seems to realize that as well.

"So… what happened?" she asks again.

"You mean, what is the matter at hand?" he returns, smirking and taking a sip from his flask.

She winces, "Awful, terrible, never do that again."

He hands the flask out to her, and she hesitates for a moment before taking it.

"I got a good deal of perspective handed to me by a spirit vaster than any I have ever felt before." he states, 'Illaoi's Goddess."

"She mentioned that you had visited with her before vanishing into the city, and she said much of Nagakabouros guiding your 'motion, '" Riven remarks, holding out his flask after taking a sip.

"Did you speak to her often in the time we were gone?" Yasuo asks while taking a swig.

"I-I did," Riven affirms, glancing away, looking, well, he imagines he's wrong, but she almost looks bashful.

"You were worried about us?" Yasuo asks, and she looks at him as if he is an idiot. He has to choke down a laugh.

"Of course I was worried about you!" she cries and then quickly amends, "All of you, and for good reason!"

"Very fair," Yasuo states, sitting forward and reflexively squeezing her hand again. This time, she reciprocates, sitting forward as well, "So, I have talked quite a bit. Was there reason I should have worried about you?"

She smirks and nods, gesturing for him to hand her back the flask.

"You could say that," she says.

And so she goes into her own tale of what transpired in Piltover and Zaun, the insidious veneer the city was locked within compared to the constant barrage within Bilgewater.

And feels his heart become granite in his chest as she speaks almost flippantly about how she readily gave her life for the others.

"As luck would have it, I had an encounter of a spirit with my own," she remarks, grinning at him.

"Luck indeed," he returns. Why is his mouth dry? He hasn't felt this drained… since losing Ahri.

Oh.

"Yasuo?" she asks, leaning in all the closer, trying to catch his eye as his gaze is locked on their currently interwoven hands. When did that happen?

"Hm?" he murmurs, glancing up and realizing that her hazel eyes are flecked and patterned like the artistic swirls of wind.

"Are you okay?" she asks, her heart is pounding like a drum in her ears. Why was she feeling so… so…

Ah.

"Fine, I'm fine." He notices a faint scar at the edge of her lips as she purses them, looking into him intently. "But I thought you said we shouldn't be putting ourselves at risk?"

"Needlessly," she murmurs. His scent is a mixture of freshly cut wheat and sharp alcohol, "And it didn't seem needless at the time."

"I-we need you alive." he returns. There is so much worry in his warm brown eyes, "So… I'm more than glad to finally be sharing that drink with you."

"I return the sentiment." she breathes. Why did her breath hitch?

"Though, I'd be more glad if we came out of this with one of the shards," Yasuo remarks bitterly. Is he deflecting? No, just refocusing.

Riven shakes her head, "The Yordle slipped away with our target as well. I…I just don't understand her."

"She loves him, right?" Yasuo asks, and Riven gives a hesitant nod, "Love can make you do a lot of… frankly strange and dangerous things. Look at where we are."

"The whole world is thrown off kilter because of a marriage a thousand years ago…." Riven murmurs.

"I realized something in Bilgewater," Yasuo states, and Riven flinches closer and away again as he glances to the side.

"W-what?" Riven asks. There is a new bruise growing on his cheek, which she hadn't noticed until this moment. They had never been this close before.

"Lucian and Senna… are not so dissimilar from Viego and Isolde, when you think of it," Yasuo states, and Riven pulls back, as clearly she has misread his intentions.

"I suppose… after a fashion, they do, but I don't think Lucian would doom the world for her." Riven returns, leaning further back. He shouldn't have refocused… he should have…

"He's already gone to the end of the world for her once, and Viego was… taunting them, playing with them, I just… I worry." Yasuo remarks.

Riven grimaces, "As you said, Viego preys on any weakness he can find—opportunistic scavenger that he is. Lucian has principles, he is committed to this fight, and he hasn't given up all else to keep her safe."

Yasuo nods, taking another swig of his flask and handing it out to Riven once more. She accepts it and leans back in.

"He's devoted to Senna, but he cares about others. Viego doesn't," Riven continues, "Which again is why I find 'Vex' so confusing. Doing anything to help the one you love is one thing, but aiding them in pursuing someone they love, it feels so… self-defeating."

"And that's outside of the baseline hurt that comes from pursuing someone that loves someone else," Riven finishes, "It's… setting yourself up for failure."

She looks up at him, holding his gaze.

Do I only wish to pine over him?

Do I deserve the affection she has for me?

The mere inches between them vanish in an instant as Riven kisses him.

A brief flare of wind races around them, tousling hair, and he gladly returns the kiss.

Until he thinks of Ahri.

"W-Riven," he begins, pulling away from her. She opens her eyes, revealing bliss, and sees his own marred with guilt.

"I-" he tries to say, and his hold on her hand tightens even as she pulls away.

"Sorry," she mutters, and then she's gone, and he is too stunned to follow, at least not at first. He jolts to his feet and rushes after her, leaving Graves, the lone witness to it all, chewing his stew with a fairly befuddled expression.

Lucian refuses to leave her side, but he takes Olaf's meal so the Freljordian will not pester him.

It is only when he is deep into his second bowl he realizes how hungry he has been.

Gwen is sitting on Senna's other side, but while she can close the wound, soothe the pain, and allow his love her first night of truly restful sleep, little can be done about the arm.

He had wanted to grab it, but things all came crashing down too quickly.

But perhaps, perhaps, it is not as bad as it seems.

"Will she be okay?" he finally asks, and Gwen looks up, barely dried tears streaking her face.

"I hope so," Gwen returns, laying her head down next to Senna's shoulder. "I really do hope so."

He needs more than hope, but he knows Senna better than anyone, or at least, he believes so.

Maybe, maybe, Isolde does in truth.

"What matters more: the world or your wife's life."

Those words echo in his mind again.

He knows the right answer, even though it pains him more than anything.

But it won't come to that, it won't have to, it won't.

There is a lot to do. Some of it seems damn close to impossible, especially now.

But he will make sure it gets done, even if… if he is the one who needs to pay for it.

"You're going to be okay," Lucian remarks, leaning forward and planting a kiss on the side of Senna's temple, "You're too strong and too stubborn to let this keep you down for long. You've never given up love, and neither will I."

"There could always be another way to get what you want," he mutters, leaning back, thinking of the other voice he had heard within his vision. This odd feeling of being beckoned, aching in the back of his mind and the core of his soul.

Whatever reached out to him at that moment had taken a gamble: that he would listen. That he was desperate to keep Senna alive… and he is.

But… what kind of gamble would he have to take if he followed the softly building siren's call he swears he can hear at the edge of his hearing?

The same one that began the moment his wife collapsed into unconsciousness into his arms.

"What would you ask of me?" he murmurs, barely audible.

There is no response at first, but the urge to listen to the song only grows. The tune grows and shifts into a song that fills his thoughts and lulls him into a deep slumber.

Why not take a gamble? What have to lose?

Let's skip all the preamble: I'm the cure to the poor man's blues.

When lives a patch of bramble and bad news.

The dice might save your life!

The pot is always growing.

The stakes are on the rise.

I have my way of knowing.

When gold is in a man's eyes.

Just let me know when it comes time,

To gamble with your life!

She is running through a decaying jungle.

The Mist is choking any and all life out of it all around her.

There are cries and screams and roars of defiance.

"Senna," Isolde murmurs, her voice echoing across the devastated landscape.

"Find me. Find me. Find me." she continues. She turns, seeing a vast city the like of which she never has before.

And racing from its gates, clutched in the shadowed hands of a small figure, is a mask, wrot of jade.

"He's getting close. Please, find me." Isolde remarks.

Two shadows rise to tower above her, though neither are Viego, bestial and far more ancient.

"Beware the Elder Voices," Isolde warns.

Gwen awakens right as Senna shoots straight up in bed, clutching her forehead with a transparent arm of green light.

"Ixtal," they say in unison, a word for which they have no meaning.

And so the next Arc Begins.

As I stated before, I am trying a new writing process. I will write the Fool's Errand Arc clean through and then take a bit of a break before working on the next. I will post the chapters weekly, so hopefully, there will be more to keep folks' attention, and there won't be such long breaks between posts.

Hope folks enjoyed this chapter. I can confidently say I was not expecting the kiss to happen when I started writing it, but here we are.

Credit for the song lyrics goes to nebulus on Youtube, he's got several LoL based songs, you should go check them out.

As always, comments, questions, and critiques are appreciated. This has been VerBeeker, signing off!