They approached the locker room again, weary from the battle, even though it had gone fast, they were tired of all the movements back and forth from base or turret to veigar, who had been overly agressive the entire match, and rightfully so. Teemo didn't think he'd ever see anyone get a 50 kill game.
Tristana and Poppy waved and left, Poppy was headed back to Bandle city for a little bit, and Tristana was a megling commando, an escort mission was a cakewalk for her, and it also got her some honours.
Amumu pat Teemo on the shoulder. "Get some rest, I'm going back to the library for the furthest back public records I can find on Bandle city. I might be able to find something there."
Teemo smiled his true smile abit longer, then felt a metal gauntlet grip his throat, as he was pushed, and turned around, and finally slammed into a wall. Veigar stood there, strangling him with one hand, or it would be strangling, Teemo could breath.
"I heard Piltover is nice this time of year, the mothership project could use you back home too, either is fine."
Teemo was boggled, he didn't understand what was happening, and as his eyes went back into focus, he saw Veigar, Not veigar the tiny master of evil, but the Yordle merchant who had a thing for humans all those years ago, as he was left to enter Noxus, for what would become his dark rebirth, saying goodbye to his childhood friend, and now Scout leader of the escort service, and aspiring League champion.
Teemo frowned, attempting to draw a dart from his pocket. He could at least stab Veigar, he hoped. His arm was promptly wacked hard enough to shatter bones, but for the hardened Scout, it only left his arm numb.
Veigar spoke again. "Or maybe that resort of Demacias, I'm sure poppy could take you or something. Beaches? Bilgewater has them too, good idea. Bring some friends."
Teemo both could not understand what was happening, nor did he like it. He roared as hard as he could(truly fearsome for a yordle, but for anything else it would be laughable). And screamed at veigar.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT?"
Veigar's face was uncovered now, the dark magic had left his visage, showing the blood matted, yellow eyed and scarred Harbringer of Darkness, the shattered Yordle whose pain had made him a monster. His fur was grey and mottled, as before it had been almost as fluffy and bright as Teemo's own.
He sighed, throwing Teemo across the room and through some benches, as he hit the wall and slumped over, veigar was already upon him, his face, now shrouded in his pain once more.
"Don't become me."
Teemo began to cry, the friend he had Sworn vengeance for, and then against, the single most powerful magus from Runeterra, his greatest failure and saddest regret that gnawed at his being every day, he could do nothing for, and could not stop now. As Veigar left the room, silently as his footsteps always were, Teemo cried. The words sank into him and he cried.
The next match started up, and was postponed, Garen and lux had found him, after they, Soraka, Miss Fortune and Kassadin entered the room, aghast by the wreckage. As he was rushed to the infirmary, and the Summoners tended to his wounds, he thought to himself.
"I wonder how Heimerdinger and Corki are doing these days."