Preparing she was...

As the prince sailed through the air, Riven tore across the ground, weaving side to side on powerful strokes of her legs, the red line across her side seemingly forgotten, or shoved out of her mind. The pain only served to weaken her, and right now, such things had no meaning, no place in her mind... By zipping side to side she further reduced the effectiveness of the Demacian's piercing stabs with his chosen weapon. Even though he was airborne and heading for the ground, Riven would be wary of a counterstrike in her movements.

Jarvan spun his lance, stabbing the weapon into the ground to halt his movement as his feet left twin tracks across the ground, his body and head reeling from the shock of Riven's Ki Blast. With his weapon otherwise indisposed, Riven closed the gap, swinging with every ounce of her strength guiding the blade, the massive weapon crackling with the power of Broken Wings as she aimed to slam home a powerful blow directly into Jarvan's body with the full weight of her might behind the blade. With the weight of the reforged weapon, Riven's strength, and all her built up momentum, the blow would be absolutely thunderous, and quite possibly more powerful than any made against Jarvan by a foe with a sword before, except perhaps Garen Crownguard's Decisive Strike...

Even still, trails of green formed up along the cutting edge of the blade, the wind element within the weapon answering Riven's cry to further increase the cutting power behind the blade. Riven knew not what the prince wore as far as his armor, but almost anything but adamantium would dent from the force of her strike as she poured her might forward. Riven wasn't just fighting Prince Jarvan Lightshield the IV. She was fighting every foe he had ever challenged, every enemy he had conquered...or had yet to conquer in the case of one particular feathered fiend...

She would hit him with every single ounce of her power without holding back, and that conviction burning in her eyes as her blow thundered toward the stunned man as he barely managed to bring up his spear to intercept her strike...

Kah'Zix had pulled this card one too many times, figuring he'd go for the same spot, Leona turned and stabbed her sword in his direction

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Luckily, Shyvana's head was armored. Still, the armor cracked, and Shyvana was immediately slammed into the ground. Pain shot through her jaw, though her neck helped to cushion must of the impact. Seeing stars, Shyvana laid there for a moment, dazed... though the flames continued to surge around her body.

The grin fell from Jarvan's face as Riven's weapon struck his own. With his lance held by the grip and the shaft braced against his forearm, he brought his lance up to intercept Riven's strike, catching the full brunt of the blow. Jarvan could feel the power emanating from her sword, manifesting in the vivid green glow. It was truly a fearsome blade. However, Jarvan's lance had been forged from the scales of dragons, abominations, otherworldly beasts. If there were one weapon in all of Valoran that equaled Riven's sword, then he held it in his hands.

The same could not be said for his armor. Already he felt it giving to the force of Riven's strike as he held her weapon at bay, his lance digging into his gauntlet. Though his armor bore enchantments and was forged similarly, the work was not as thorough, the materials used more sparingly. That aside, was he truly about to lose in a contest of strength? No. Not now, not ever. The strength behind the weapon was enough to push Jarvan down,nearly forcing him to his knees. Jarvan kneeled for no one.

With a roar, he rose up, forcing Riven's sword back. Fury blazed in his eyes as he tightened his grip on his lance, bringing both hands to the handle as he locked his weapon with Riven's. He bared his teeth at the Exile as he forced her back, stepping forward unrelentingly as he pressed forward.

Kha'Zix moved to the side a bit. The sword had still given him a large cut across his side, but figuring he was close, he could shoot off another three spike, which only healed about half of the damage. Kha'Zix had cloaked again as he silently leaped in the air. He was falling right on top of her, ready to sink his blades into her shoulders.

With all the power Riven could muster, she slammed into the prince, locking weapons with him in the single most ferocious clash she had ever had in her entire lifetime of combat, knocking the prince to his knees with tremendous power. Or so it seemed. A quick glance and Riven noticed the prince had barely managed to hold off being forced onto his knees by the strength behind her blow. She had to find that impressive. Even pushing him so far, she felt, was an accomplishment, and then...he began to push back, his entire body against her single sword arm. Quickly she increased her grip to two hands, forcing him back down once again, the full strength her body was capable of producing keeping him down, until, once more, against every thread of belief and expectation, Jarvan began to rise once again with a roar...

The fury in his eyes was that of a beast, but Riven would not be daunted. She had fought and trained too hard, lost too much to have her chances be crushed by something like this... Jarvan wanted to test her strength? Fine. She'd show him the limit of her abilities. She'd push as hard as she could, no matter the cost...

As Jarvan looked on, the green runes along the length of her blade began to shine brighter and brighter with green light. As they slowly grew in intensity, a cracking sound was heard, and his advance was halted dead in its tracks. The cracking he heard? The ground under Riven's feet giving way as her sword charged her body to limits unknown. It was an effect akin to champions like Olaf, where the sheer ferocity of their abilities drained from their very stamina to unleash their potential. Riven's sword increased her power to such heights that it literally drained away from her body's ability to hold together. Such was the force, the strength of her will made manifest by her blade. No matter how powerful Jarvan was, his strength was limited by the force that his muscles could output, Riven's body would tear itself apart, rend those limits apart, and push itself further. The cost? If Riven did not halt in her pushing, she could actually kill herself with her own willpower...

The energy around Riven's body suddenly became harsh, crackling strands of green power rose around her, kicking stray pebbles into the air from the awakening aura of the Exile. The Prince had wished to face her full strength, everything she had, and she would not disappoint. In all her time in the League, and outside of it, the only person who had ever seen this power was Leona, the Radiant Dawn. Riven kept it locked away for fear of pressing herself and her power past her body's limits to survive it. But right now, she wanted nothing more than to give the Prince a proper battle, and to show him the might she would bring against Noxus to change it and Valoran for the better.

With a tremendous battle cry, charged by energy, warped by the power of her will to have an echoing quality to it, Riven would push against Jarvan and swing her weapon with all her might, pushing her body past any and all safeties to deliver an absolutely thunderous countering blow with her weapon that would be sure to send him hurtling through the air and across the ground like a ragdoll thrown by a tornado. The force from the swing would actually shred the ground beneath it from the sheer cutting force unleashed to send the prince flying. Jarvan's body would literally be forced back through all of his tremendous physical capacity. She would overcome his strength, no matter the cost to herself...she had to...

As Jarvan would almost certainly be dealing with his trek across the battlefield via air or ground, the cost to Riven's power would manifest, the Exile gasping out in an incredibly pained cry, clutching her chest and side, tears nearly being drawn from her eyes by the wave of almost unimaginable pain that washed over her body as the weapon enacted its toll upon her. She gasped and panted, her body heaving from the exertion as she coughed blood onto the ground before her before turning her eyes to Jarvan, wherever he was, her body quivering from a mix of adrenaline and pain. So intense was the pain, she could barely manage enough bodily control to march forward, but she did. One foot in front of the other would move Riven toward the Prince until her pace picked up into a charge, the pain lessening as the wave finally passed...

A shield of Sunlight formed around Leona in preparation for the attack "This trick is becoming old.." she said flatly

He didn't care. He didn't care if it was getting old. He wanted the kill.

And he WILL get the kill.

He landed on top of her, sinking his claws deep into her shoulders. He opened his mouth and began viciously mauling her neck. His blood crazed frenzy would keep him going through the pain he would endure.

Leona's shoulder pads softened the blow somewhat, but still, she dropped her weapons... on purpose. She grabbed Kah'Zix's jaw, fighting him away from her neck, but wrapped her other arm around him, content to keep him on her as she greatly intensified the Sunlight around her. He would more than likely burn to a crisp if remained there for long