[The League of Legends, Summoner's Rift]
Twirling gusts of wind.
Blade in hand, the Demacian bullet launches.
"-----You fool!"
What meets him is a Noxian Axe-swing.
If the dashing Garen is a raging wind, then the responding axe is a divine wind.
The sword is swung, a swing to deflect the axe.
Garen parries the swing of the heavy axe with his blade.
"...!"
The Demacian stops.
The enemy did not permit Garen's rush.
The enemy doesn't even let him get within a meter, the range of his axe.
For a longer weapon, distance is always preferred.
As Darius has a weapon with twice the range when extended, he needs only attack when the enemy comes into his range.
Swinging at an approaching enemy is easier than moving out yourself.
But even so.
Darius closes the distance himself and doesn't allow Garen to move forward.
"Idiot, a mere Demacian challenging a Noxian general to a fight-------------!"
His temper is like a burning fire.
Darius closes in with each blow, with no thought of stopping.
With a heavier weapon, it's suicidal to rush an enemy.
The axeman's tactic is to use his weight to crush the enemy with his weapon to defeat the enemy and win the battle.
So as Darius is just advancing blindly, he doesn't stand a chance at winning.
"-----No way."
But that's just by the book.
Darius' axe leaves no room for counterstrikes as aims for the throat, shoulders, forehead, and heart.
Swings so fast even the afterimages are blurred.
As each strike of his axe repels, rebuffs, and pushes back Garen, any one of his swings could be called a fatal blow.
"Ha------------!"
Having repelled the axe aimed at his forehead, Garen closes in with speed superior to Darius' axe.
-------The battle ends in this one instant.
There remains only one Viktor.
And there remains one corpse, freshly cleaned of its head.
The Demacian sighs and smiles, his strength leaving his body now that he hasn't any reason to keep it. His blade drops to the ground.
He had finally felled Darius, the general of the Noxians, in a fair fight.
There was no greater happiness he could enjoy.
For one such as he, who had grown up on the battlefield, he knew all experience up until now had accumulated for this reason, this right.
The right to boast.
........
......
...
"Haha! Take that, you Noxian deadbeat!"
As hearty as he had been in some time, the Might of Demacia chuckled as the man he had just decapitated appeared before him.
"Silence! I was testing a new build, nothing the dog of Demacia should be proud of." he replied, as if he hadn't been murdered just minutes ago.
This was strange.
The Noxian was just killed, but he was now standing straight up, alive.
What could this possibly mean?
----------That he'd never died in the first place.
True to their name, the League of Legends continued being just that --- The League of Legends.
And so, utilizing the power of the Nexus and the Summoners, each member of the League could do battle with each other to the bitter end.... without it being the end.
Yes, that was one of the many benefits that the Summoners had brought with them.
But certainly not the greatest.
So, with small back and forth, almost as though they were not mortal enemies, Darius and Garen returned to their brutal sparring.
[The League of Legends, AFK, at base]
The line separating Jarvan and Swain, however, was much more clear.
Perhaps it was more reasonable to say, the line between the two was much more clear to Jarvan.
Jarvan could not forgive Swain for all the heinous crimes to justice he had committed, and it certainly showed in their interactions.
Much like right now, when they were debating on what to do.
"Regardless of our end goals, for now, we must make allies if we want to ensure that we are not crushed."
The man clad in armor, the prince of Demacia, couldn't easily agree to this.
He slammed his fist to the table.
"And then what? You leak information to them and turn your back on us? I know of your slippery ways, Swain."
"I would like nothing more than to resume the war between Noxus and Demacia so that we may prove Viktorious, but now is not the time to bicker. We have more important matters to attend to, like I've been saying."
The man just barely contained the need to facepalm at the prince.
Grudges were apparently something this man couldn't let go of.
Still though, it certainly wasn't like Swain wanted to ally himself with Jarvan, of all people.
Even that criminal, Jinx, or Veigar was preferable to deal with, since they didn't outright despise him.
Well, at least it made him predictable.
It would be much longer than it should before they could come to an agreement.
And so, the pirate and League of Legends champion, Gangplank, set sail across the sea in hopes of an alliance. With him were a few other champions.
Their destination: The United Nations.