Lore of League of Legends

Sion

I feel the drums of war beating beneath my boots, my axe gripped hard in between my own hands, the blood dripping from it used to be fresh until those Demacian dogs pushed us back far within our own homeland. I can feel the sweat running through those who dare call themselves noxians, their fear stench the air around us, the fear that is supposed to belong to Demacia, I cannot call myself proud of Noxus if my allies fight cowardly and weakly.

I can hear their laughs of pride thinking they have won. Their rams penetrating our gate, if only our commander would let us through, my axe will slay each and every one of them, and their blood will paint our walkways and their heads... Mounted on my walls, Especially the one, their king, HA HA, his golden armor, unstained and unused, its time to test it.

Won't you fight for Noxus?!

These are NO noxians, these are NOT my brothers until they can accept death with Noxian pride. Open the gates so we may march on to fulfill our duties.

LET US OUT!

We are trapped like dogs in their cages. Are we not fighters?! Are we to bring pride to Noxus?! I cannot stand to think of how their sleep in the night is, how they sleep in soft beds when all they do is wait... Enough waiting!

"Step out of the way and open the gates!!" Sion demanded as his fist clench together, his blood gushing through with such adrenaline, as grey his skin may be, he won't feel satisfied and sated as his enemies stand through the gates.

"Step aside, Sion, as proud as you are in being a Noxian, you are just a soldier, a footman" his commander boasted at Sion's face, this will be his death.

This caused the juggernaut such hatred to already boil and blister within him "I am no just footman..." he says quietly, his eyes directed straight towards the commander, though he hold the eyes of demons, this didn't let the commander to crack a little sense into him

"I AM A SON OF NOXUS!!!"

A fist reached straight into his face pushing all bones backwards, his face completely pushed inwards.

"OPEN THE GATES!"

With no commander, Sion is already considered as one. Following his order, the gates' sealers were lifted at once and quickly too, they did not wish to have their faces pulverized inwards as well.

Yes... Sense has finally pierced through their thick skulls. I see my enemies just across me, their blue and yellow banner stand high and untorn... Until very recently

CHAAAARGE

I lead the charge, my axe way over my head, lured in for one ginormous blow. Those who dare follow me, follow me, I do not want your uncooperation. My eyes set straight over yonder of lines, to the king on the glorious white stallion, his pride will be his downfall.

I let out my axe and already they started flying away, I swing it again, their shields serve them nothing but false thoughts, what a bad day to be Demacian.

During their slaughter, I can feel the blood splashing on my face, either my allies or my enemies, I did not care, its great to be in a slaughter house again like butchering fresh pig behinds, their arrows may have been shot, their swords may have pierced through my armor but that won't stop me.

YOU WILL ALL DIE!

No one can withstand a single swing of my axe.

There he is, within my reach, I can feel his neck in my fingers already.

Sion and King Jarvan are the only two surviving man slaughter, each and every Noxian and Demacian military died fighting for each of their banner's name. Sion went in front of the king, already crossing over fatigue, though his axe still gripped firmly in his hand, the king calmly stepped down of his horse, and grabbing his weapon, a mere sword.