The Blades and The Gauntlets [Vi x fem!oc]

Chapter XXVIII: The Last Ravencroft

The battlefield churned with chaos, a sea of smoke and blood illuminated by the pale morning light. The Noxians surged forward, their disciplined ranks armed with long spears and vicious knives, axes glinting among them as they pushed relentlessly toward the front line.

Mila stood at the heart of the fray, her knives flashing as they found their marks with precision. Her rings glowed faintly, each one ready to retrieve her blades. The rhythm of her combat was a deadly dance - throw, retrieve, strike - her every movement driven by adrenaline and fury.

A group of attackers advanced on her, their red shields locking together in a tight formation. Mila's sharp eyes scanned for an opening as they lunged, their spears stabbing toward her in perfect synchronization. She threw one of her knives, the blade whistling past the spears to sink into the throat of the soldier in the center. A flick of her wrist and her Hextech ring retrieved the blade, pulling it cleanly back into her hand as she sidestepped the next thrust.

Before they could regroup, she darted in, slashing at exposed gaps in their armor. Her knife plunged into the thigh of one soldier, and she twisted away as another swung an axe toward her head. With her second knife, she parried the blow, then sent her blade flying into the chest of a soldier trying to flank her. Her ring immediately called back the knife just in time to block another strike.

The front lines were buckling under the sheer weight of the Noxian advance. Mila could hear the cries of enforcers being overwhelmed, their screams of pain and defiance swallowed by the roar of battle. Her fury deepened as she saw a spear pierce the chest of an enforcer to her left, their body crumpling to the ground. Without hesitation, she lunged toward the attacker, her knife burying itself in his chest before she pulled it free and spun to face the next threat.

Three Noxians charged her at once, two with spears and one with a short knife. Mila moved with fluid precision, ducking under a spear thrust and slicing upward to disarm its wielder. The soldier cried out, clutching his bleeding hand, and she turned her attention to him. She blocked his attack with her blade, her ring retrieving her second knife in the same motion. She plunged it into his side, twisting it before yanking it free.

One launched his weapon in her direction, forcing her to dive to the side. Rolling to her feet, she hurled a knife into his chest, retrieving it with a sharp pull from her ring as she dashed toward the second. He thrust his spear at her, but she caught it with her ring, moving it to the side and leaving him open for her blade to slash across his throat.

Her chest heaved as she stood amid the carnage, her knives slick with blood. Around her, enforcers struggled to hold the line, their efforts valiant but faltering against the unrelenting tide of soldiers. She darted to a gap in their defenses, her blades a blur as she dispatched another wave of attackers.

Her focus was razor-sharp, the adrenaline coursing through her veins sharpening every sense. Each movement was deliberate, every kill a calculated strike to keep the enemy at bay. But even as she fought with all she had, the weight of the battle pressed down on her. For every soldier she felled, two more seemed to take their place.

A sudden roar drew her attention, her eyes narrowing as she spotted the source. Ambessa Medarda towered over the battlefield, her massive frame clad in armor etched with glowing runes. The general moved with terrifying purpose, her presence rallying the Noxians and sending a ripple of dread through the enforcers.

Above the chaos, Caitlyn remained hidden on the high ground, her rifle poised. Mila had caught glimpses of her taking precise shots, thinning the ranks of Noxian soldiers and offering momentary relief. But now, her focus was locked on Ambessa Medarda.

She fired a shot directly at the Noxian general. Mila's heart leapt for a fleeting moment, hoping it would turn the tide. But the runes etched into the armor flared to life, absorbing the energy effortlessly. Ambessa didn't even flinch, her smirk widening as she began moving ahead.