Originally Posted by Ozlin
So does rule number 1 suggest that you want to write onyl about something you mgiht see happen on the Field's of Justice? If so, May I suggest a laner, maybe Irelia is concerned when a ward of hers picks up a image of another champ and she informs one of her aliies to assist in checking it out?
ask and you shall recieve
(sorry didn't really edit my work, didn't really feel like writing 3 characters)
The siege engines sprang to life. Flaming balls of death littered the peaceful sky. The ballistic bullets aimed true and collide on the archaic stone tower. Swarms of blue fitted soldiers rush forward like an unstoppable torrent. The attacking blue force cuts through the remaining purple army like a scissor on thread. Their leader, a fair skinned woman with bright red Ionian armor, charges ahead of the pack.
Her weapon of choice are four large floating blades she controls with her mind. Her stature, alone dainty, but along side her weapon, clearly menacing. Her light blue hair struggles to keep pace with her small agile legs covered in silver boots. Her sharp floating blades zip through the air with a flick of her wrist, a purple soldier falls. She lowers her shoulder and plows over another purple enemy. As her finger stabs down,her blade follows like a guillotine, another purple soldier with a missing head. She sways through waves of soldiers, leaving carnage in her wake. Violence reigning down from the sky, brutality rising on the ground, the symmetry is perfect.
The cold blooded mistress makes her final forward assault, she ducks to keep her center of gravity low and her feet propelling quickly across the broken grass. The defense tower hopelessly fires at the incoming blue army. The outer shell of the tower begins to crack. The female “army-of-one” finally reaches the base of the obstacle and begins swiping at its foundation. Like a rabid badger on food, the floating blade slices and rips apart the fragile stone. The Tower begins to shake, and finally crumble. Pieces of stone come sailing down from the heavens and the blue army is forced into a momentary retreat. They stare in awe of their accomplishment. With the tower finally down, the soldiers cheer and the vicious woman can finally give a sigh of relief. The northern division can finally advance.
“Central to Irelia! calling Irelia! do you copy?” A squeaking voice blares out of the woman’s ear phone.
The heroin taps her finger on her ear piece and activates the speech option. “This is Irelia. over.” She answers reluctantly.
“Irelia, orders from the top, strange activity south of your position, our sentry's have been disabled, we need eyes on the Elder Golem’s camp”
Irelia pinched her brow and let out a curse. She shoved her floating blades into the ground and spat back, “Where is animal boy? That is his job. I have a Northern division to lead, I'm not going to go babysit a pile of rocks”
The squeaky voice explained defensively “Udyr is en route already, we believe an enemy commander has crossed the river, the death of Elder Golemn could be detrimental to us...”
Irelia slowly let out a smirk, her taste for gore had not been quenched by the stone statue, she prefers them much more...alive. “En route, I am sending my force forward. Tell whomever is leading center division to stay put, I want whom ever is dumb enough to cross our line for myself.
A blue solider scuttles across the field only to address his commanding officer, “Captain Irelia! m’am. your items have arrived.”
She spun around and eagerly collected her replacement sentry and brand new armor.
With a smile she added “Thank you solider. Keep the force moving East around the bend. I will catch up with the division, seems like i have a date at Elder Golem’s.” With that she ran off, down the ravine and along the banks of the river.
Four hours had passed since her departure from her unit. She finally left the dingy swamp and crawled up the steep hill leading to her destination.
Thud. The sound rocks hitting the ground. The distinct sound of a collapsing building, or the death of a Golemn. Irelia’s feet picked up pace and her floating blades perked in interest, as if they had smelled blood. The frail bodied woman scurried to the top of the plateau to find her enemy.
It was tall and long. An overgrown scorpion that glimmered in the sun. Two large pincers and a matching stinger tail all outfitted with a rigid exoskeleton. It’s armor was a florescent combination of purple and blue and it’s texture akin to an uncut diamond. It’s six legs were tiny in comparison, and tapped unpleasantly on the dirt to rotate the beast around.
The familiar squeaking voice came barking back. “Irelia, Udyr is tied down with central division. Do not engage the enemy commander alone!”
Irelia softly replied “too late”
The scorpion’s sharp jagged piranha esq teeth exhaled what may have been a laugh. The pincers began to obnoxiously clap like lightning splitting the air. Its small legs tap dance across ground in excitement. The exoskeleton began to glow. The creature charged forward.
Irelia jumped to the side and let the beast slam into a tree. The oak toppled under the force as the creature spun around. It opened its pincer and unloaded a blue projectile. The beam of energy swung passed Irelia’s hair and demolished a defenseless rock.
Irelia fed up with playing mouse decided to play cat, she made her move. Before the gigantic beast could react, her blade was crashing down on his back. The sharp edges left a gash. The scorpion bellowed in agony, and a powerful buck sent the woman flying.
Irelia took a second to regain her bearings, but realized too late that the scorpion was on the move. With a resounding shout the the abomination yelled “Feel my sting!”. Irelia underestimated his speaking ability. The scorpion then thrust his tail forward, the tip of the tail ejected a paralyzing beam that left Irelia motionless. Another trait the blade bearer had underestimated.
The scorpion wailed on the woman like a broken rag doll. The strikes with the back side of his pincers and a face smashing tail attack left Irelia broken. She finally regained movement, and pathetically crawled away.
The Giant scorpion mockingly crawled behind his plaything. “Listen to me as you slowly die little girl. My name is Skarner and i own these woods. Let your wound painfully kill you and remember this when you reincarnate...” Skarner leaned closer and clamped Irelia’s neck with his blade, “tell Udyr be afraid.”
Irelia felt her windpipe close. Hot blood covered her face and the last thing she managed to do within an inch of her life is tap her finger. Her blade reacted and surprisingly had enough force to pin a single leg of Skarner’s to the ground. Skarner laughed at the pathetic attempt and dropped the dead body.
The scorpion tuned his attention to his foot. His overgrown pincers struggled to knock the blade loose.
He didn’t notice when Irelia’s armor began to glow. His mind was else where when a breath of life caught the dead girls lips. Completely unaware of Irelia’s failure to die, he continued to struggle to free his foot. When he finally looked up, Irelia was standing over him. A wide grin stretched across her grimy face. Skarner looked up in shock “how? i watched you die!” Irelia laughed and whimsically dismembered the scorpion’s left pincer. The creature writhed in pain as Irelia leaned close to what she assumed was an ear. She relayed in a seductive whisper “Now you know what a Guardian Angel armor does. Now we are going to find out just how slowly I can kill you...”