Sinister (girlxgirl)

On the Frontlines

The festival came once more, as it did every year, and was filled to the brim with all of Valoran. There were many scenes to take in from the music playing in the distance, to the children laughing and running around insanely, even to the certain champions that came by. A pair of emerald eyes squinted down to be sure she was looking right. Out of all people there were members of the Shadow Isles, people associated with death along with Noxus but more animalistic and barbaric. At least Noxians had order unlike those scums.

 The Sinister Blade let out a breath and adjusted her laid back position on the high beam of a shop below. She remained hidden in the shadow of the night avoiding any exposure or recognition. The laughter of the people below her caused her brows to furrow slightly upon hearing them. With a leg laid straight and the other bent up, she rested her wrist on her knee and three knives between each finger. She lifted her hand up to reveal these knifes closer to her so she could get a good look at the glinting steel. They were worn out she thought, inspecting the weapons. Silvery black with an 'S' engraved on the blade. She toyed with them like a child, juggling them in her hands and twirling them, idly cautious of their sharpened edges.

Katarina's eyes lost their focus on the knives and turned to something more...interesting. She turned her head slightly and eyed the face that was hidden among silvery snow hair and the infamous cowl. The name of the Freljorian queen slipped from her lips and made her lean slightly forward. She appeared from the crowd along with her husband, Tryndamere. He erupted in maniacal laughter and had a drink in his hand (presumably from Gragas who was last seem in the pub across from where Katarina stayed) and his other hand on the queen's shoulder.

 Earlier that day...

The fog of war cleared up around her perimeter as she set down a ward into the grass and adjusted her position so her legs wont fall asleep. She looked around vigilantly and held her blades firm. Sweat streamed from her face and she wiped it with a finger before crouching low again into the thick of the brush. She heard distant battle cries in front of her and heard the dim roar of "DEMACIA". The announcer proudly displayed the face of Garen, who was now running back under the protection of the blue turret to defend his recalling ally Caitlyn as the opposing team had become known throughout this battle to make quick and sneaky attacks. The torn face of the dragon girl, Shyvana, lay bloody and dead in a pool not to far from her in a position that indicated she was hit on her side by the massive sword Garen now heaved on his shoulder. 

"An ally has been slain." the voice spoke, with a faint echo and loss for the team she was called to announce for.

The Might of Demacia returned to his past position and quickly dispatched a minion wave by swinging his sword in a circular motion. The Sinister Blade squinted at her target. He wasn't affected by dizziness as he fought again and made his way to her team's turret. She corrected herself in an eye roll because her skills do the same thing and even threw in a small chuckle at her herself. A blue ping suddenly appeared beside her outside the brush and a fleeing champion heading up towards the top lane came into view straddling across the river, feet dragging and creating ruckus in the still water, book tight under his arm. He was injured badly in the shoulder and the leg and she noticed a limp while he tried to run through the shallow water. Blood protruded from his injury and he used his free hand to try and cover the wound and he clumsily regained his pace. 

The Noxian's adrenaline rushed and a Cheshire grin evilly shown upon her face as she quietly set her feet into play and her blades ready. Ears and eyes sharpened to their fullest extent, Katarina quickly calculated and ignored her victim's cries for help to Garen. A second passed and her body was ready to pounce but her instinct told her otherwise. Another second and the champion by the name of Ryze halted and looked towards the misty white sky and blue light revealed itself in a vertical beam above his weary head.