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wreckedregent7 · 1 year

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Regent’s Ramblings - Zeri Was Poorly Designed

Hot take - Riot made a mistake trying to design a Champion inspired by FPS games. Sure, FPS games are popular, and they needed something to generate some extra hype for their tactical Hero Shooter Valorant, but boy howdy did they screw it up.

Bear in mind, I’m thankful that they tried, making a Marksman unique is really goddamned difficult with the established mechanics of League, but creating a character to try and imitate the FPS Genre in League was a bad idea.

“Why, though?” Is probably the first and foremost question on anybody’s mind reading this. To which the answer is; FPS games and MOBAs are too far apart to be able to translate mechanics in any meaningful way from the former into the latter.

I don’t often dip into competitive PVP in shooter games, though I do dabble a bit in Destiny 2 from time to time. There are spaces of overlap here - minimap/RADAR for enemy awareness, some projectiles can be avoided with positional awareness/obstructions, you’re rewarded for aiming your own shots and tracking targets, but the smaller, more meaningful mechanics don’t come into play.

Elevation, crouching, restricting vision with cover, flinch, etc., none of those come into play in League. You can surprise an enemy by coming out of brush, but that doesn’t confer a consistent advantage - the enemy can enter the brush and deny you concealment, whereas having high-ground in a shooter can give you cover against counterfire.

And trade priority seldom comes into effect either, or rather the priority in League is more flexible than a shooter. With similar rates of fire, whoever gets the first shot in a shooter is liable to win the trade if their aim is consistent; failing that, numbers advantage trumps the first shot. In League, the playing field is completely different; trades are measured on a Champion-by-Champion basis with no real consistency.

Crowd Control can somewhat emulate flinch, in that it disrupts your opponents actions, but once again, we’re dealing with incomparable mechanics. Flinch throws off your foe’s accuracy, making them liable to miss, whereas crowd control stops or delays an enemy from attacking or approaching.

And these are all just the broad strokes, but this has little to do directly with Zeri. So what makes Zeri’s design bad - it can’t all just be based on mechanical incompatibility between genres, right?

Well, let’s start off by setting down one certain thing to understand why Zeri’s design failed; in order to emulate FPS gameplay, Zeri’s primary source of damage output cannot be her auto attacks.

This is an important rule for the design; because in League, auto-attacks (while they can be fired from a gun) are extremely hands-off, and with the right items, you could theoretically right-click an enemy Champion and take your hands off the keyboard and let the fight play out.

Obviously, the reality is that you need to adjust your positioning, use abilities to keep distance or disable your target or supplement your damage, but FPS games require you to aim at your target, and unless they’re running in a straight line, you can’t get away with holding down the trigger to kill them.

So, what to do about this? How do you emulate FPS gameplay if you can’t autoattack? Well, the answer is to take a recognizable mode of fire and layer that into an ability to serve as your primary damage source. And while there’s a lot more nuance to shooters, I’m going to distill things into three general archetypes;

CQB focuses on closing the distance with your foe and blasting them with a shotgun or SMG with low range; the Time-to-Kill (TTK) is usually very low for the risk of getting up close and personal. Riot already has Graves, though, so that’s a no go.

Assault is built around mid-range damage with burst-fire or automatic weapons, all typically rifles, though some machine guns work in the mix as well. TTK is usually moderate with good opportunities to find cover. Sustained fire would be hard to work with, which is probably why Riot went with the 7-round burst.

And lastly, Marksman traditionally uses semi-automatic weaponry, such as semi-auto rifles, snipers, or high-range revolvers to make accurate, high-damage shots from long distance. TTK is often low, though non-sniper weapons give the enemy more time to react.

Some games allow you to mix and match equipment to flex into other roles, and that seems to be the case with Zeri since her kit feels like it wants to blend all three archetypes together. She has decent mobility to get into close quarters, prefers medium range for her standard fire, but has a long range option.

And that’s...Entirely the problem. Her kit feels like it should be doing too many things at once - getting in close, hosing down enemies with a shower of bullets, backing off and picking a foe off with a well-aimed snipe...Except, again, FPS mechanics clash with League of Legends.

She’s not a CQB specialist, because she lacks durability in close-quarters engagements. Her assault capabilities feel pitiful at best, and she can’t stay light on her feet without a commitment to crit or using her Charged Auto Attacks. And she can’t snipe effectively because it relies on 1. being able to hit terrain, 2. an enemy being behind the terrain, and 3. the enemy not dodging the highly telegraphed attack.

The only thing she really emulates is the frantic scramble of being out of position in the middle of a gunfight - and that’s only because actually using her Burst Fire is taxing enough to make just laning - not even trading, but farming minions - feel more frantic and annoying than it ever should be.

At the end of the day, I think Riot should’ve focused on building Zeri’s kit more cohesively around one playstyle - her heavy focus on movement could lend itself to CQB, but then they’d have to kit her out as an assassin. She can keep some of her movement as an assault-oriented attacker, but her ult and W would have to be changed. Or they could focus more heavily on a highly accurate, aim-rewarding Marksman playstyle, lowering her mobility in favor of higher burst damage.

Either which way, the “inspired by FPS games” design was pretty heavily flawed from the beginning, and giving her a wallbang does not a good “FPS inspired” design make.

#Regent's Ramblings #League of Legends #Zeri #The Spark of Zaun

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aurelion-solar · 1 year

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Zeri, the Spark of Zaun - League of Legends: Wild Rift

#zeri #league of legends #wild rift #league of legends champion #wild rift gif #gif #my gifs #mine #skin intro

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haaaaaaaaaaaave-you-met-ted · 1 year

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The Spark of Zaun Zeri by Black Ka

#Sci-Fi #Black Ka

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goingtochurch · 2 years

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Zeri, Spark of Zaun Commission for @riskrunnerr !

I love glowy so so much~

#digitalart #art #churchshitpostssometimes #churchpostsartsometimes #myart #cyberpunk aesthetic #league of legends #zeri league of legends #league fan art #neon glow

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infinite-xerath · 2 years

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All League of Legends Champion Cinematics

Enter the Freljord

Get Jinxed

Trials of the Poro

The River King

Mountain

First Contact

Seconds

The Terror Beneath

Listen to their Tale

The Pledge

Mind of the Virtuoso

The Star Forger Returns

Homecoming

The Reunion

Friend of the Forest

The Wrath of Zaun

Wild Magic

The Path of Shadows

The Fire Below the Mountain

The Noxian Grand General

The Defiant Blade

The Bloodharbor Ripper

World Ender

The Rogue Assassin

Call of Power

Call to Adventure

The Curious Chameleon

Sylas: The Unshackled

The Righteous and The Fallen

Book of Thresholds

Shadow’s Embrace

Terror in Demacia

Beyond the Garden

Kin of the Stained Blade

Samira: The Desert Rose

Rell: The Iron Maiden

Ruination

Made with Love

The Rogue Sentinel

All That Will Ever Be

Nilah: The Joy Unbound

Zeri: The Spark of Zaun

Defeat Your Monster

#Outofpower #Trailers #Time to update this post again #If I missed any #let me know

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livikattt · 1 year

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daily fun but useless ppau fact #14

i missed yesterday but this time i just pretend it do not happen so here's where every fic/chapter title came from

think you're dreaming of greatness: Take Over

it's time for a new empire: Phoenix

one day you'll wish you hadn't: Burn It All Down, chapter titles: wish (soraka r), you and me (yuumi w), end of the line (graves something or other), moonlight vigil (aphelios r), and harrowed path (viego e)

counting failures (you can't let them go): Edge of Infinity (the LEC one)

let the shadows take hold: Aphelios, the Weapon of the Faithful

the light we share: Burning Bright, chapter titles: a taste of destiny you're searching for (Awaken), light the way (Zeri, the Spark of Zaun)

gone in a flash before our time: Burning Bright

there's no crown for losing: MAD vs G2 rap battle

someday both of us are leaving here: Everything Goes On, chapter titles: like it's destiny (mediocre rap battle of the lec) (ive given up on capitalization), let's pretend a little longer (everything goes on), every time you bleed (legends never die), it's never over (awakened), chasing whispers (i'll find a way), these walls come tumbling down (guns for hire), while I'm by your side (everything goes on)

every time i close my eyes (a little less of you remains): I'll Find a Way, chapter titles: fate's call (kalista r), broken wings (riven whateverthefuck)

brute force and style combine: Here Comes Vi

dont ask me what run away from the faith is from 'cause idk arya chose it

#ppau #ppau fun facts #fun fact aryasage killed my grandfather #i mean what hahahaha arya would never

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lobster-tales · 1 year

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Beat the Daylight

Sequel to Face the Noise, an Arcane Rock Band AU

Rating: M

Chapter 8: The First Round

Summary: Battle of the Bands Round One

CW: violence

This work is available here on AO3. Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7

The first performance arrived in a blur. Ekko finalized the setlist, taking the suggestions and ideas of his bandmates. Ezreal was the most vocal, arguing they should go with a sound that would be easier on the crowd, vie for popularity. Caitlyn admitted it might be a good idea, just to play it safe for this first round, and Ekko begrudgingly agreed.

They finished the grueling tech rehearsal the day before, scheduled hours apart from Fissurefolk’s so the two bands wouldn’t cross paths. Then it was just up to a good night’s sleep: something that Vi couldn’t get.

The makeup artist made a solid attempt at hiding the bags under her eyes, though. Vi appreciated the artist, mostly because they recognized that she didn’t like wearing makeup and therefore only gave her features a light dusting of foundation, some soft eyeshadow. Vi was careful not to squirm too much.

Lux seemed much more patient and accustomed to the art. She asked questions between applications, ever curious, while staying still.

When the makeup artists were finished, they left Vi and Lux to wait for the performance. A live feed played over the dressing room TV, and the two watched as the crowd grew bigger.

In a quiet voice, Lux asked, “Are you nervous?”

“Yeah.” Vi hadn’t been onstage since the lingerie party. She was really fucking nervous.

“This is my first live show,” Lux admitted. “I mean, other than, like, recitals at school. But it’s my first time playing guitar in front of people. I never even played in front of my parents.”

“You think they’ll be watching?” Vi asked.

Lux shrugged. “Maybe. I know my brother will.”

“I’m sure he’s proud of you,” said Vi.

“I hope so.” Lux sighed. “I really don’t want to mess up, with all those people watching. I don’t want my parents to think they were right about this whole thing.”

The situation was so familiar that Vi felt a pain in her chest. She remembered how Powder would feel before performances, how it felt to comfort her. It hurt so much that Vi wanted to just walk away, let Lux figure out her own fears.

But she couldn’t. Because at the end of the day, this girl needed her. So she did something she hadn’t done before: she hugged Lux.

The glitter under Lux’s cheek twinkled as she gasped, surprised at the affection. But she returned the hug, as if afraid that Vi would realize herself and pull away.

Vi murmured, “If you mess up, just keep going. We got your back.”

Lux’s mouth hung open as Vi stepped back. “Th-thank you, Vi.” Her smile bloomed across her face as she just realized what transpired, and there were stars in her eyes. “Good luck out there.”

Vi returned the grin. “You too, kid.”

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Jinx wished more than anything that she could watch Progress Day’s performance live, but she knew it would never happen. Silco kept the members of Fissurefolk quarantined in the dressing room, since their performance was next. They watched the first round of the contest on a live feed.

There was an opening performance for the first round. Another band, local to Zaun. Their lead singer was a girl with green hair, pulled into short pigtails. The band’s name and logo was projected behind her: Zeri and the Sparks.

Jinx’s foot tapped anxiously. Not because of their own upcoming performance: if anything, she just wanted that to be over and done with. No, she was anxious to be near Lux, even if she was still a whole backstage away.

As the band wrapped up, Seraphine appeared, announcing Progress Day to the stage.

They looked… tame. Way more tame than Fissurefolk’s vibrant colors and dramatic makeup. Not just that, but Progress Day also had much more normal clothing. Ekko wore his usual puffy coat, Vi in her red jacket. Only Lux dressed up, in a white dress.

But the crowd loved them. Jayce lingered a moment in the spotlight. He waved, eliciting a loud cheer from his Hextech fans. A sharp look from Ekko told him to be cool, and he retreated to the drumset. Lux picked up her guitar, and Ekko mouthed a few words to her. Jinx read his lips, “You ready?”

Lux’s eyes flickered to the crowd, but she set her shoulders and nodded.

Vi began the sound, drawing a deep note on the bass. Jayce followed suit, sticks rolling on the cymbal, the noise crescendoing while Ezreal played a chord.

“Zaun!” Ekko called into the microphone. “Are you ready?”

A cheer rose from the crowd.

“Piltover! Are you ready?”

Another cry, louder this time.

The band went silent. Ekko leaned in, smirking, “Then let’s get started.”

Lux took a deep breath and began playing the hook, a string of notes that sent her fingers dancing along the fret. Jayce matched her tempo and joined in, Vi picking out a bass line, Ezreal sealing the deal with chords. She repeated the hook over and over, until the music evened out into the first verse. Ekko held the mic up as he sang,

I said the joker is a wanted man He makes his way all across the land See him sifting through the sand So I'll tell you all the story About the joker and the thief in the night

And she was back on that hook. Jinx didn’t even look at the rest of them, not even Vi. She was too focused on Lux’s fingers, one hand picking at the strings while the other danced against the fret. Jinx noticed the stickers on Lux’s white guitar, holographic ones of different cutesy animals. Lux’s eyebrows were knit in concentration. She didn’t have a spotlight on her, yet she glowed.

For the chorus, both Vi and Lux joined in as background vocals.

Can you see the joker flying over As she's standing in the field of clover? Watching out everyday I wonder what would happen if he took her away

Jinx wanted to pick her voice from the two, but they were evenly matched. If anything, Vi was just a little louder. Jinx hoped Lux would get a solo at some point.

Lux got every note perfect. Through the entire song. When she strummed the last note, she raised her fist skyward in victory. The crowd loved her. Jinx felt that itch of possessiveness crawl along her spine, but she fought it off. Lux wasn’t even hers.

They played their set well, but then again, the songs were all safe choices. In a few songs, Vi had solos, but Jinx noticed that Lux always stuck to the background vocals. Ezreal and Jayce were steady, but they never took risks. Compared to the chaos of Jinx’s drumming, Jayce was more of an anchor.

“Thank you!” Ekko called. Sweat gleamed on his face, a grin spread over his features. There was that ache again: Jinx couldn’t help herself. She missed him. Not because she was still in love with him, but because she missed the boy she had grown up with. And now, he was a man. Not just a man, but a star. “This is our last one, Piltover! Thanks for having us!”

Lux’s intro was more subdued for this one. Ekko sang,

When we talk, I'm never wrong And if we don't fight, it won't last long Might unplug my phone at night When you need me most, I'll miss that flight

Ekko stretched his fingers to the edge of the stage, brushing his hands against the fans’. From the camera’s angle, Jinx could see that other singer, Zeri, backstage, watching. Ekko very briefly glanced at her, and when he did, his composure slipped. Zeri’s wink was barely noticeable, but Jinx caught it. Again, that flare of jealousy, even though he wasn’t hers, even though she didn’t want him to be anymore. Ekko murmured into the mic,

What the fuck is wrong with me?

Then he refocused and shouted, “Hands!”, leading the crowd in a clap.

I'm on my way to you But I self-sabotage So I might drive my car And crash into your garage, ooh-ooh ooh-ooh To get away from you I'll self-sabotage If you like when we talk I'll dislocate my jaw, ooh-ooh ooh-ooh

The song crashed around them, the crowd clapped. The nerves began to creep up Jinx’s neck as she thought about performing in front of Lux. It wasn’t her first time doing so, apparently, but it was the first time that she knew Lux would be watching. The first time that it mattered.

The song ended as Ekko crooned,

What the fuck is wrong with me?

“Finally.” Finn clicked his lighter shut, rising. “Showtime.”

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Caitlyn stood at Vi’s side, holding her hand. They were in the rafters, where they could see the performance from the side of the stage. Vi seemed even more nervous now than she did before playing the set. Her fingers nearly crushed Caitlyn’s, though she was oblivious to it.

Lux was beside her, the rest of Progress Day lined up like vultures waiting for the kill.

The lights dimmed. Bright neon flashed as shadows moved, taking their instruments. The eyes of Viktor’s mask began to glow. Sevika and Finn both strummed their guitars. But Jinx was nowhere to be seen.

There was a brief moment of silence, a reprieve from the noise. Then her voice echoed across the stadium.

Wanna join me?

Finn played a sharp, electric note.

Come and play.

Another riff, this time joined by Sevika.

But I might shoot you

Viktor’s synth added to the mix.

In your face

As she sang the rest of the intro, a platform rose up in the back of the stage, Jinx’s body illuminated as she ascended.

Bombs and bullets will do the trick

The next line she screamed out,

What we need, Undercity, is a little bit of PANIC!!

Jinx leapt from the platform. The crowd had erupted into noise, and she played to them well, singing the verse as she swaggered to center stage.

Do you ever wanna catch me? Right now, I'm feeling ignored! So can you try a little harder? I'm really getting bored!

The stage lit up in a dazzling array of neon colors. Finn, Sevika, and Viktor could be seen clearly now: both guitarists had heavily accented makeup, and Viktor’s mask had been upgraded since the product launch.

But Jinx was the star. While Progress Day’s lighting had accented every band member, Jinx was very clearly supposed to be the center of attention.

Let's blow this city to ashes And see what Pow-Pow thinks It's such pathetic neatness But not for long 'cause it'll get jinxed!

Caitlyn had watched one or two of Jinx’s performances in preparation, but nothing could prepare her for her sheer presence. She had only ever seen Powder perform live, when she was still uncertain and blooming, but this girl was confident in her chaos. How could such pure power be contained in such a twig thin form?

Fissurefolk played two more songs with Jinx singing lead. Then the focus shifted to Finn, who stepped forward. He snapped his fingers, almost lazily, to set the tempo for Viktor, then sang,

This goes out to the people gone mad Feels good so you know that it’s bad Feels good so you know that it’s bad

Jinx backed up his vocals on a rhythmic part.

Dumb dumb dada dumb, dumb that’s how we go!

This goes out to the choices that we had One time we can never go back Two times we can never go back Dumb dumb dada dumb, dumb that’s how we go!

Viktor dropped the beat into a dark and intense track, highlighted by Finn’s sharp riffs.

Finn was another powerhouse, though Caitlyn had underestimated him as well. Based on his recent lack of success, she was under the impression that perhaps he’d lost his energy. But clearly, it never abandoned him. All the musicians from today’s performance, even Vi, had a strong expression of concentration. But Finn didn’t even have to try. He played the way most people ate or slept, like it was a natural part of his rhythm.

Caitlyn was also impressed with Viktor. She had only seen him play at the product launch, and though she knew he was talented enough to get the audition, she never realized how truly gifted he was. He was an excellent DJ, flipping between tracks and styles on a whim, all while balancing the keys.

While Progress Day looked like a band, Fissurefolk looked like rockstars. And the crowd knew it better than anyone.

By the time the band finished, Vi’s hand wasn’t crushing hers anymore. As the players slipped offstage, the TV feed cut to commercial, and the techs began unplugging their instruments. The rest of Progress Day dispersed for a bathroom break, leaving Caitlyn and Vi alone in the rafters. Under her breath, Vi muttered, “I forgot how good she was.”

Caitlyn squeezed her fingers. “You were all good, too.”

“It’s not that, I meant-” Vi let out a soft sigh. “She used to be so afraid of the stage. Now it’s like she lives there.”

To be fair, she probably did. Caitlyn remembered how it had been when Jinx first hit the charts, how much she dominated the music culture of the metroplex. Girls dyeing their hair blue, her signature pink monkey graffitied on every overpass. And because of her popularity, Silco kept her in the spotlight. Constant performances, including the tour. Ekko’s rise to fame had been more gradual, but Jinx, in classic fashion, had dropped on everyone like a bomb.

“This might sound bad,” Vi murmured, “Or good or… I don’t know, but… I’m proud of her. For overcoming it. Even if it wasn’t what we hoped for, at least she did it.”

Caitlyn pulled her into an embrace, reassuring her with touch. “I’m glad, too.”

Seraphine’s voice came from the speakers, and the two girls separated to watch the final announcement.

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Jinx fidgeted in her chair, phone in her hands. Lux’s message was still on display:

Lux: Sure! I’m in the women’s dressing room rn if u want to come say hi! Everyone else wanted to watch from backstage.

That was good enough for her, but Sevika kept her watchful eye. Jinx tried scheming, thinking of a plan to escape.

“I gotta take a leak,” Jinx said suddenly, standing.

Sevika nodded towards a door inside the Fissurefolk dressing room. “Bathroom’s there.”

Shit. Jinx grit her teeth, trying to think of a different excuse. Until something very lightly bumped her shoe: Viktor’s cane.

He whispered under his breath, “Just pretend. I’ll cover you.”

Jinx didn’t know how he knew, but she was too grateful to speak. Instead, her hand clutched his fingers instinctively. Viktor was clearly not one for physical touch, but he knew that she was, so he allowed it.

She waited the appropriate amount of time in the bathroom, flushed, washed her hands. As soon as she opened the door, she caught Viktor rising, pretending to lose his balance, and crashing to the floor.

Margot and Sevika immediately went to him. “Whoah!” Sevika said. “Careful.” Even Finn was watching with concern.

Which gave Jinx the perfect opportunity to disappear.

She slipped through the shadows backstage, sneering at any of the techs who dared to even look at her. They all stayed out of her way, not wanting to get caught in the crossfire.

Seraphine’s voice announced, “And we’re back, folks, and don’t worry, the results are in!”

Jinx found the door: a star with a “W” etched into it. She took a deep breath, summoning her courage, then knocked.

“Come in!” Lux’s voice, real, not filtered through the crackle of a cell phone. She was still wearing her white dress and glittery makeup, the stage feed playing overhead on a television. But her eyes weren’t focused on the results: they were focused on Jinx.

So many times, Jinx had fantasized about this moment. Sweeping Lux into a bridal style carry, or kissing her passionately before tossing a rope out of the window and down the balcony. But now, with Lux real and in front of her, Jinx was reminded that Lux wasn’t her girlfriend, or some kidnapped princess, or a runaway bride. She was Lux, her friend.

And Jinx had no idea what to say.

So Lux spoke first, shyly. “Hi.”

“Hey.” Jinx realized she was hulking in front of the door like a franken-monster, and slid into a chair, straddling it. “You played good,” she said, nodding to the guitar.

“Thanks,” Lux said. “You did too. I mean, you sang good, didn’t play good. That is, I’m sure if you did play an instrument, you’d be good. You’re good at everything. Well, I don’t know if you’re good at everything, I haven’t seen you do everything, like I don’t know if you’re good at underwater basket weaving. But you’re good at everything I’ve seen you do, which is… singing.” She clapped a hand to her forehead, embarrassed. “I’m sorry, can I start over?”

Fuck, she was perfect. “Nope,” Jinx said with a sly smile. “You gotta live with it, Starlight.”

“Shut up,” Lux said affectionately.

Seraphine’s voice interrupted their conversation from the live feed. “And the winner of the first round is… Fissurefolk!”

Jinx didn’t even react, but Lux clapped. A quick, quiet clap.

“Congratulations,” Lux said to her, genuine but wistful. “You guys deserve it, you were all amazing.”

An idea bloomed in Jinx’s head, and she stood. “Why don’t we celebrate tonight?”

Lux lit up. “Really? What’d you have in mind?”

“Let’s go out.”

She giggled. “Like out to dinner?”

“Sure,” said Jinx. With every word, she drifted closer to Lux. “And I can take you to the club afterwards. We’re both rockstars now, we should party like it.” On impulse, she took Lux’s hand in her own. “What do you think?”

Lux clearly wanted to say yes. But her lips couldn’t form the word. Her face fell, and she murmured, “I… I can’t, Jinx. Not tonight. Ez and I…”

Jinx didn’t need to hear more. “It’s cool,” she said, pulling away, concealing how devastated she felt. “Next time.”

“Next time,” Lux said, though Jinx couldn’t tell if it was a promise or a hypothetical.

The door creaked open, followed by a voice. “Hey Lux, we’re heading out-”

And there she was. Violet. More than a little surprised to see her. “... Powder? What… what are you doing here?”

Lux repeated the word, dumbfounded. “Powder?” So Vi hadn’t told her.

Jinx panicked. She just shoved past Vi, refusing to answer her.

“Powder, wait!” Vi’s strong hand on her arm. The touch brought back memories, that last night they saw each other, their brawl in the living room.

Jinx tore away from her. “It’s not Powder!” she hissed, slamming the dressing room door and taking off.

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Vi followed that flash of blue hair, sprinting past confused backstage technicians. “Powder, wait!”

But something entered her path. Or rather, someone.

Sevika’s poncho draped off her broad shoulders like a wall, her smirk snarling down at Vi.

Rage welled up in Vi, and she growled, “Out of my way, traitor.”

“Sorry kid, she’s got a new family now.” Sevika put a hand on her hip, cocky. “By the way, cute picture. Didn’t peg you as an influencer.”

“The fuck are you talking about?”

“Your band’s little social media page. Margot showed us.” Sevika leaned forward, muttering, “Not enough to get you that win. Better luck next time, baby Vander.”

Vi’s fists moved on their own, shoving against Sevika’s solid frame. She ignored the gasps of those around them, pulling her arm back to let loose.

“Violet!” Caitlyn’s voice brought her back from the edge. Vi became aware of all those eyes watching, and the handful of phone cameras.

She stuffed her hands in her pockets and stormed off towards the rest of the band, who waited just offstage. Vi went straight to Ezreal, careful to get him in the shadows before she seized him by the front of his shirt, hissing, “What the FUCK, Ezreal. I told you not to get pictures of me!”

He scoffed, though his eyes were wide with fear. “I-I’m sorry, man, I thought it would help us-”

“Well, it didn’t!” She left it at that, pushing him away. As she made for the door, she barely heard Lux ask Caitlyn, “Who’s Powder?”

Caitlyn sighed. “It’s a long story. Come on, let’s go home.”

#arcane #lightcannon #violyn #vicait #jinx #rock band au #face the noise #battle of the bands au #beat the daylight #my fic

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forgotten-stories-podcast · 2 years

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The Howling Past pt9

-Enforcer Vi. The little spark of Zaun, Zeri. Please step out. No harm will be done to you.

-Wait, I know that voice…- it belonged to a woman who was on in years but still possessed an authoritarian tone. Zeri stepped outside and faced the source. Her look became severe and aggressive. Vi followed.

-Renata Glasc.

-Zeri, my dear… it’s been a while.- Renata was ten metres away from the two ladies, speaking through a megaphone. -I’m terribly sorry that you got caught amidst the fire of my men. We were hunting down the terrible, terrible beast that has been terrorizing this city. I was unaware that the monster had company.

-I didn’t know you and Glasc were acquaintances.

-We don’t drink tea and eat biscuits together if that’s what you mean. Sometimes I meddled in her affairs.

-Yeah, I thought so. You don’t look like the type of girl who drinks tea anyway.- Vi stepped once towards the Chem-Baroness and spoke loudly. -Glasc! This is an official police operation! Leave or be prepared to face the law!-

-Oh, officer, I’m offended! I…

-Yeah, yeah, don’t act so offended with me, Glasc. I’ve had a long day and you’re in the way. If any of your men shoots one more time I’m going to arrest every single one of you!- Vi would have loved to do what she had just said, if she didn’t know that she didn’t have the strength to make her threat real. She pressed a secret button on one side of her gauntlet.

-You’re out of your jurisdiction, Enforcer,- replied Renata with a much more menacing voice, -you have no power nor right to be here, let alone arrest anyone.- every word she said came out of her mouth with utmost seriousness and aggressivity.

-Why are you even here? Don’t you have a perfume business to run?

-Vi, I don’t think that taunting her is wise…- Zeri knew better than anyone what Renata was capable of and that she didn’t like to be challenged.

-Take Vander out of here.- whispered Vi.

-What?

-I’m going to have her focused on me. You try to not appear suspicious and find a way to save Vander.- she returned addressing Renata, -Again, leave or prepare to face the consequences of your actions.-

Renata Glasc was an extremely powerful woman in Zaun, the most powerful person since Silco, and arguably even more than he was. Seeing a Pilty coming to HER city and giving orders was the most disrespectful act she could think of.

-Bold of you to order me, in MY city. As they say, if you’re not working for me,- she raised her left arm, a mechanical arm that replaced the limb lost in a fire long ago. She snapped the ivory fingers and all the mercenaries pointed their weapons at the two girls, -you’re working against me.-

Vi assumed her angry look.

-You see, Zaun is not only my home, it is my responsibility, my duty to keep it safe from problems and dangers. I don’t know why you’re trying to save that foul beast and I don’t care. It’s a rabid dog and must be put down. Also, I cannot let the two murderers of Petrok Grime get away…

-What are you…- before Zeri could finish her sentence, Renata took her gun in hand, pointed it at the Chem-Baron still on the ground and shot. The bullet hit the glass helmet and soon filled with blood, slowly pouring out through the bullet hole. Even if Grim had somehow survived the exploding hell that was in that plaza earlier, with that shot he was surely dead.

Renata smirked, a look she immediately hid behind a mask of fake justice and resentment. -You killed Petrok! He was a dear friend of mine and you monsters murdered him!-

The mercenaries started shooting again, forcing the girls to hide in the warehouse once more. They closed the door shut and locked it with a wooden board.

-I don’t think this is a good way to make negotiations, Renata.- said Vi to herself.

-What should we do now?!- Zeri let her gun fall to the ground, bringing her hands to her face and walking compulsively. -We’re trapped! We’re doomed!-

Vi looked at the building. It was rather small for a warehouse, made of stone walls and wooden beams, not different from any other building in the Sump. At the centre of the floor, the wolf-man was still out, but the most visible wounds, the ones from the bullets, appeared to be healed.

Vi approached it. -Vander, are you ok?-

The beast opened its eyes, rage-filled. -There is no Vander, only CARNAGE!- and tried to bite Vi. She reacted by punching it in the face with her gauntlet, knocking it out cold.

-Warwick is back! As if the soldiers were not enough!- more pressure on Zeri.

-Yeah… must have been the blood.

-What should we do?!- the shooting stopped. To the electromancer, that silence, somehow, was even more unnerving than the bullets hitting the stonewalls.

Vi stood up. -We’re leaving.-

-What?! How?! We can’t go through that door with the soldiers on the other side!

-Who said anything about that?- Vi positioned herself in front of the wall on the opposite side of the door. -Here’s a tip, kid…- she started charging her gauntlet, -sometimes, you gotta MAKE a door!- and unleashing the full power of the Atlas gauntlet on the stonewall. The wall opposed no resistance, letting the enforcer pass as if it was an open gate.

Vi assessed the situation and analyzed the area: it was an empty building, an abandoned house. Perfect.

She looked behind. -You coming?-

Zeri was amazed by that power. If Vi had wished, back when they were fighting, she could have knocked her head off with a single strike. It was kinda scary.

-Y-Yes!- the wall crumbled behind Zeri as soon as she passed the hole.

-Wait! What about Vander?

-Don’t worry about him.

Soldiers with equipment heavily resembling the enforcer’s entered the building with with rifles in hands. They immediately looked behind the doors to avoid any surprise attacks. -Clear!-

-Visual on the main target.- said one of the soldiers as soon as he saw the unconscious wolf on the ground. -It looks dead. Approaching to confirm status.-

The other soldiers perlustrated the room. -Area secured.- confirmed one of the men in arms.

The leaders of that small group of fine soldiers approached Vander. -Ma’am, we have secured the specimen. It appears to be dead.-

The shadow figure had won again. It was holding in its grasp the man and then it slammed to the ground, tired and wounded.

It was time to let the beast out once more.

The wolf opened his eyes. They had abandoned the sadness they possessed minutes ago and replaced it with homicidal intents.

Screams of terror, snarling and shooting came from the warehouse. When they finished, a 7’8” feet tall wolf busted through the main door covered in the blood of the soldiers. If some drops of Vi’s blood were able to accelerate its healing factor enough to heal some bullet wounds, all of that blood had given it a new life, and Warwick was back in action.

-The monster! Kill it!- ordered Renata to her men as soon as her eyes met Warwick’s figure. It snarled back at her and the remaining mercenaries.

Vi and Zeri were watching from a window of the building they ended up in. Vi’s plan worked: after Warwick tried to bite her it was obvious that Vander had fallen again into the abyss of its mind. She would have brought him back, no matter the cost, but for the moment she had to face another problem.

-It has no chance against all of those goons, not in that state.

-What do we do now, Vi?

-We need to help Vander. Warwick will not survive in the shape it is now, and if the wolf dies so will Vander. How are you doing, Zeri?- the electromancer did not stop moving for a second, it helped her fight the fear and the anxiety. Her sparkling was non-stop and as bright as ever.

-I’ve never felt more charged.

-I like your spirit, kid. I’m a little dried up, but I won’t surrender.

The two ladies exited from the window. Renata and her men were too busy dealing with Warwick to notice them. By looking at how the wolf was fighting, it was obvious that it was not as sharp, aggressive and deadly as it was earlier, moving as if it didn’t even realize what shape it was in, attempting jumps it couldn’t do, tanking shots it couldn’t take and losing blood. But despite the wounds of the mercenaries’ bullets, the wolf was still going. Rage and bloodlust were all that was going on in its head, and it was managing to kill its fair share of enemies. But for how long?

-It’s not going to last long, not without the shimmer.- Vi and Zeri had flanked the mercenaries by utilizing the distraction that Warwick had given them. -This is your last chance to get away before shit goes south. Are you sure?-

-YES!- Zeri nodded at the speed of sound to that question.

-Then we go in and go ham. Ready?

-I’m scared and excited and I’m going to die and everything is going to be fantastic!- she looked like she ate too much sugar.

-Ok…- said Vi confused, -let’s go!-

The two jumped over the wall that separated them from the mercenaries. Vi grabbed the closest mercenary at her, who was running to an unknown destination, and punched him with her gauntlet, knocking him out cold.

Zeri had found other mercs carrying ammo to their fellow armed men. She zapped them and left them unconscious on the ground.

-We need to get to Glasc, it’s the only way to stop them all at once.- Zeri nodded again.

Meanwhile, Warwick was forced to seek shelter behind a wall. The bullets were useless against it so they decided to start using explosives. That was the only reason why Renata would allow it and only with some limitations: the mercenaries were only allowed to use them in unpopulated areas and only a small amount of it, in order to avoid any unwanted damage to Zaun. She wanted to make it a better place, or at least this was her default reply when accused of doing something of dubious nature, always using her charisma to save herself from any bad publicity and accusations. Except for Zeri. She had meddled with her plans several times. Was she really trying to remove a wild, savage and dangerous beast from Zaun? Would Warwick be captured and killed? Would she use it for her nefarious plans? Did she have nefarious plans at all?

Warwick had always hunted using the shadows. They were its friends and servants, its refuge and domain, its essence and its being. From the shadows, Warwick would move, wait, follow, attack, evade and, like in that moment, hide. The wall behind which the wolf was hiding crumbled and fell after two grenades, revealing that it was hiding nothing more.

-Spread out! Find the monster!- ordered Renata. An ominous object, like a giant chess pawn, was hovering beside her. It showed a red liquid behind its glass part and was never leaving her side.

A mercenary yelled for her attention. -Ma’am! Someone has entered our lines! We found some soldiers down!-

-What?! Why haven’t you raised the alarm yet, you imbeciles?!

There was a ruckus in the northern part of the area they had occupied to hunt down Warwick. Some people had been seen flying, thrown away as if they were garbage. A pink-haired woman was responsible for that and was a difficult opponent to deal with due to her weapon that possessed unbelievable strength and a magic barrier, spherical, tough enough to resist heavy blows and that could deflect bullets, causing friendly fire accidents.

-What is the meaning of this?

-Hello, Glasc!

-Vi?!- Renata reached the area and found the woman in her barrier surrounded by mercenaries with their guns pointed at her. -What are you doing here?-

-Glad you joined the party! Why don’t you tell your goons to stop being so trigger-happy and cease this war parade?

Renata Glasc looked at her with a mix of annoyance and resentment, but also a spark of joy. -Kill her.- she ordered. -Use explosives if needed, but that barrier will not hold forever. Once it fades fill her up with bullets.- she takes one step towards the front, where Warwick was last seen.

-What, you don’t want to see what happens next? I promise you that seeing me kicking your goons’ asses will be worth it!- said Vi out loud. Renata stopped and looked at the enforcer once again.

-What is there to be seen? I don’t have the stomach to watch a fool getting what she deserves and die like the lapdog she is. I don’t like stories I know how they end, it’s a waste of my time.- she concluded as she lighted a cigar and took a big puff of smoke.

-Well… you never know when the plot may surprise you with a twist.

-And what is this plot twist supposed to be, my dear?- she then realized something, -Wait, where’s Zeri?!-

-Hello, Renata.- from behind her, a familiar voice distracted the businesswoman and a weird metallic gun was being pointed at her head. Unconscious mercenaries around her.

-Zeri. You reveal yourself as the backstabber you truly are.- she didn’t even turn around. Zeri didn’t deserve the courtesy to be shown respect, especially after interfering in her business so many times. -And it’s “Miss Glasc” if you value your life.- she took one last puff of smoke before throwing the cigar to the ground.

-Tell your men to lay down their weapons.- the Zeri with mixed emotions had disappeared, leavingthe spotlight to the Zeri who had already faced the Chem-Baroness in the past. She had never gone this close to pointing a gun to her head, though. It felt like… victory.

A movement of the businesswoman’s head and the mercenaries all dropped their rifles and handguns. They then took two steps back from Vi. She, feeling to be a little safe, turned off the barrier. If what Zeri did hadn’t worked the barrier would have probably overheated itself and turned off on its own after some seconds.

-See? I knew we could talk this out!- said a smiling Vi while reaching them, -Good job, Zeri.-

-Thanks. It wasn’t easy sneaking up on her.

-Enough with this nonsense and tell me what your business is!- Renata turned to the ladies, as authoritarian as ever. -What do you want with that foul beast?-

-As I said, Glasc, it was a police operation. If you had let me do my damn job, the wolf would have not been a problem anymore.

-And I’m supposed to believe that? Zaun is not your jurisdiction, you have no power here!- despite being at Zeri’s gunpoint, Renata was behaving as normal, not letting the situation put fear in her heart and diminish her authority. She was a strong, powerful woman who had lived the struggles that every zaunites live. What differentiated Renata Glasc from Zeri and Vi was her arm, or better, the story behind that ivory-coloured limb.

-And do you think that you can command an army inside Zaun?- Zeri almost lashed at her. She was very tempted to zap her, only to remember that doing that would cause the mercenaries to retaliate.

-You’ll soon learn, child, that in Zaun there is nothing I cannot do, especially if the city’s safety is at stake.

-Bravo, Glasc. You’ve learned what to say to the people to make them like you. Basic manipulation.- said Vi clapping her hands, -You killed Grime and blamed us. This ends now, I’m bringing you in.-

-You think you can scare me?- Renata approached the enforcer, -It doesn’t matter how loud you bark or how hard you bite, Vi. A lap dog’s a lap dog.- Renata showed no hint of fear when talking to Vi while looking at her in her blue eyes. She took a breathing mask from a pocket of her jacket and put it on her face.

-Why the mask? Afraid I may make you swallow your teeth?

-Oh, darling, I’m more afraid of breathing the same air as you.- Vi put her gauntlet around Renata’s throat.

-Oh, yeah? How about your neck? Doesn’t it need protection?

-Hey! Watch the suit!

-You’re right, it is a fine suit, too bad the stains of blood.- Vi tightened her fingers a little, enough to make Renata gasp for air.

-You’re not going to kill me! Zaun will not accept it!

-Try me.

-Vi… we don’t have to be enemies. Let me change your mind.

A snap of her white hand and the big hovering chess piece accompanying Renata unleashed the red substance it contained. A massive cloud of the colour of blood engulfed the three zaunites women. Vi and Zeri started coughing immediately and Renata freed herself from the hold on her throat and hit Vi in the face with her bionic arm.

-You know, Vi,- she said while touching her throat and adjusting her suit, -it’s a shame you chose to go to the side of Piltover. I could have used a guard dog such as yourself on my side, but I guess that your weakness cannot be hidden with a couple of metal gloves. And Zeri, perhaps I might have been more like you if my parents had survived: poor and weak!- concluded this with a kick on Zeri’s stomach.

The two ladies were on their knees, coughing and choking for fresh air. They felt like dying at first, thinking that a poison of some sort was what Renata had spread with that floating thing. The mask she put on… that was the signal that something wrong was about to happen…

Their vision was going red, and red was all they could see. And the rage… like they had never felt before.

-I will enjoy watching you tearing each other apart, girls. Have fun!- Renata walked away escorted by some of her men, only to get annoyed to discover that Warwick had disappeared. She would have loved to see what would have happened between her two enemies, but the wolf matter was her priority.

-You! Make sure they don’t escape and cause too much trouble.- she ordered some of her men and walked away.

Vi and Zeri were in pain, their brain aching as if they had the worst of migraines. The rage was growing. Not even Vi had ever experienced such anger and violence. They did not know how to stop it.

The two started screaming. They looked at each other with killing intents.

Vi dashed at Zeri gauntlet first. She didn’t charge it but she wanted to smack it so hard on Zeri’s face. The electromancer too dashed towards the former ally, her electricity sparkling all over her body. She was fast, she was overloading with power and her intent was to make Vi suffer.

She reached the enforcer and easily dodged her punch, touching her arm in the process. The shock she gave her was much more intense than the ones Vi experienced the first time they fought and stopped her for a few seconds. Now even more enraged and screaming her heart out, Vi tried to hit her as if she was trying to catch an annoying fly with electrical powers. Zeri was buzzing around her and every zap was with enough power to incapacitate a normal person. This would have normally brought Vi to the ground, probably dead, if the red mist hadn’t given her the strength to resist and keep on fighting.

The rage of a demon, the strength of an earthquake, the incapability to stop fighting and the impossibility to recognize allies from foes. Whatever that mist was, it was much worse than the shimmer Silco used to deal in. If Renata was to unleash it on Piltover, it would be absolute chaos, and the worse part was that Vi was too busy trying to murder Zeri to realise the danger.

Suddenly, the wind rose.

A breeze at first, it quickly transformed into multiple small hurricanes, engulfing the ladies who were trying to murder each other. The red mist was scattered and Vi and Zeri fell to the ground, too weak and tired to do anything. From one of the tornadoes emerged a woman, tall and white dressed. She held a cyan staff and emit wind from her body. Her hair moved tirelessly.

-What happens here? Where’s the mist?- Renata returned to the scene after witnessing the tornadoes. The sight of that beautiful woman appeared from nowhere shocked Renata. -Janna?! What are you doing here?!- no response. -No matter, kill her!-

The mercenaries started shooting to the wind spirit, dozens of them, but no bullet managed to reach the target nor the ladies on the ground. A strong wind protected the three of them diverting the projectiles where no one could get hurt. And grenades and swords and whoever tried to get near got pushed away by that mysterious wind coming from Janna.

They were forced to stop, it was a waste of time and resources.

Renata stepped towards the spirit.

-What are you doing here? Answer me!- the tall, blond woman said nothing, limiting herself to just staring at the Chem-Baroness with an accusatory look. -What, you don’t think I deserve a reply?! Who do you think you are?!- Renata took her gun and pointed it at her, despite what happened seconds ago. -You save these fools and not who really needs help! Why?!-

Even before Janna could think of answering that last question, the area was illuminated with reflectors powerful enough to blind some of the mercenaries. Renata turned towards the source of the light shielding her eyes with her white arm.

-This is Sheriff Kieramman from the Piltover Police Department. Lay down your weapons and cease this and no harm will be done to you.

Backup had arrived.

Renata was furious, and it showed even through her mask. -Do as she said.- her tone was angry but contained, annoyed but under control, like a businesswoman such as herself was supposed to be in moments like that.

She reached for her megaphone. -Sheriff, we have no bad intentions here. We were taking care of one problem Zaun has had for far too long.

Caitlyn and her forces reached the area and surrounded the mercenaries. Janna kneeled to Vi and Zeri to check their conditions. Their lungs would have been corrupted by the mist for months, maybe years. A faint light from her hand moved the air around it, and by putting her hand in front of Vi’s nose first and Zeri’s second, she cleansed their lungs from that substance.

Renata’s gaze was back at Janna. The night of the fire was branded in front of her eyes.

-Where were you when I needed you the most, Janna?

The wind spirit did not answer, but the look in her eyes was pitiful and full of sorrow. Then, as the wind engulfed the spirit, a tear made its way through Janna’s cheek. She then vanished as she appeared.

Caitlyn arrived to face the Cham-Baroness. -Glasc.-

-Sheriff.

-Why was my Chief Warden among that red mist and why is she injured?

-I don’t know, Sheriff, my men and I were trying to deal with a dangerous monster when she showed up and attacked us.

-I highly doubt that, Glasc. Vi had precise orders to follow.

-And you’re so sure that she did follow them to the letter, aren’t you? Vi’s not exactly famous to be rational nor a pacifist. What makes you think that you can control her when she’s out of your sight?

-I don’t have to tell you anything. How I handle my colleagues and partners is none of your business.

-Oh, but I think it is if your ‘partner’ attacks someone outside hers and your jurisdiction.- Renata smiled beneath her mask and walked around Caitlyn, -You don’t want the other Chem-Barons, as you call us, to know that you came here with armed forces, do you? Not only do you Piltovans still, after all these years, think you can suppress the good people of Zaun, but you won’t even listen to their pleas for mercy.- Renata put her ivory hand on the sheriff’s shoulder, -Things have changed since Silco rose to power only to lose it because he couldn’t control a psychopath. You no longer hold us in your grip. I, Renata Glasc, will show you all what Zaun can really do!.- she returned to stand in front of the sheriff but her pawn-like drone remained behind Caitlyn. -But I have no bad intentions towards you, Sheriff. Let me show you.-

The drone activated with a faint beep. It was about to open and unleash its red mist again. Renata’s triumph would have been complete.

It was an instant: Caitlyn turned around and shot the drone, making it shut down and fall to the ground, preventing the red mist to engulf the area once more.

-Bold of you attempting an attack we already witnessed once.

-What?! But… how?!

-We were in the dark, preparing for the ambush. We saw your pesky drone releasing that substance and we knew it was mandatory to make it inoperable.- Caitlyn pointed her rifle to Renata, -Now, you’re right. I have no jurisdiction here, not as the Sheriff of Piltover, at least. This is why I was invited.-

-Invited?! By whom!?

An old man in fancy blue clothes, a hat of the same colour and the eyes ever so hidden by two round lenses stepped in with his cane. -Chross.- said Renata with disgust.

-Always a pleasure to see you, Renata.

-Why did you let these Pilties here?! What business do you have with them?

-Why, what’s wrong with keeping in touch with people from my hometown, Renata?- Chross was, indeed, born and bred in Piltover, who decided to go to the Under City to make a name for himself, possessing skills and abilities that were not appreciated in his hometown, and becoming a Chem-Baron. He was active during Silco’s reign.

-Chross informed us that there was chaos in the Sump and asked to check. Imagine my surprise when I realized that Vi might be involved. What I didn’t imagine was that I’d see my partner surrounded by your armed men and fighting for her life because you were hunting monsters.

-So you’re a snitch, Chross. Why am I not surprised…- Renata looked at him as if he was an insect begging to be squashed. -I’ll deal with you when you less expect it.-

-Save your empty threats, Renata, we both know that the Hush Company has some uses for you. Harm me and our partnership is over for good.

-We’ll see about that.

-Take her away.

-Don’t you dare touch me! You may mettle with my absolute legit affairs, but you have no right handcuffing me!

-We’re not, but this is over. Whatever you were doing it ceases now.

The two women stared at each other in the eyes for seconds that felt hours, like the world itself stopped, waiting for that standoff between those aspects of law and chaos to end. None of them was going to give up.

Until a much more pressing matter disturbed them both.

-Sheriff!

-Miss Glasc!- a warden and a mercenary both called their respective leader at the same time.

-What?!- responded the two women. If looks could kill, both men would have perished where they stood, smited by divine retribution.

-The target has disappeared, Miss Glasc.

-We’re taking the Chief Enforcer to a hospital, as well as a zaunite girl.

The two women looked at each other again.

-This isn’t over.

-Not until I say so, Sheriff.- and they parted ways.

With Warwick gone, there was nothing left to do for Renata, so she left, angry and scarred on her pride.

Caitlyn, au contrair, had so much to do, with the top priority to check on her dear friend. Vi was being carried by two enforcers after receiving emergency aid and getting sure she was stable. They stopped as they saw the sheriff getting close to them. Her eyes were impassible, yet, somehow, full of sorrow. She caressed her cheek, her tattoo under the left eye. She was crying despite not sharing tears. -I trust you’ll take care of her.-

-Yes, Ma’am. Leave her to us!- the enforcers left. Caitlyn followed them with her look.

How many times had that scene played in that exact way? And yet, she’ll never get used to it. Vi was tough, the toughest person she knew, but still, the thought of losing her was unbearable.

She turned her back to the sight of her friend in peril, knowing that there was nothing she could do.

She took a long, deep breath.

-Alright, let’s get to work

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