Twisted Fate was not born with the abilities he now possessed. No, before, he was a simple conman who could bluff his way out of the worst of shitstorms, and always had a 'knack for pulling out a royal flush' when the stakes were highest. And he did that with the only other human being he could have ever considered a 'friend'. He'd desired magical power for so long. Why? He... wasn't entirely sure. He just did. And the desire was more than enough to trade his friend's life to gain the magic he was born without. It's how he ended up in the League, and soon after, his friend did also. 

It is also the reason these little rats would regret opposing the League. 

[quote=FamishedPants]Meanwhile, Twisted Fate began shuffling his cards and then he glanced through them.[/quote]

If there was one thing the Card Master trusted, it was the cards. These cards had led him since he was a normal human being, and even after. These cards had never once lied to him. And these cards, well, they told him the truth. Mainly, two truths. The truth of the world. And the truth that has yet to come. But he did not wish to waste magical energy on everyone. Just the people on this island would simply do. 

Twisted Fate did not seem to budge much, despite the apparent attack at himself that did not miss by much. He remained calm and collected, his mouth curved in a grin, although you couldn't see it since his head was lowered at the moment. Perhaps if he wasn't already so confident he could be bothered to get irritated at the banter between these two, since it reminded him way too much of interacting with yordles, experiences he did not particularly care for. But the smirk remained throughout the short delay between the skeleton's, and throughout the motion of him twisting his body as he dropped his cards (which did not fall to the ground, but instead floated in the area around him), before dashing a short distance from the tree, and picking a red card from the air and tossing it at the archer, just before he'd actually shot the arrow. This was a fairly redundant use of his abilities considering anyone could predict what would happen given the talk between those bumbling allies, with or without the cards. 

Nonetheless, the being fired an arrow at him, though it was a bit too late. The arrow and card collided at a closer distance to the skeleton, and unlike a normal card, it detonated with the force of a small grenade. Perhaps it wasn't enough to kill the little rat, but, well, it certainly didn't feel good. 

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Jarvan did not worry much about the Card Master, he could handle himself, as he wouldn't still be on Demacia's shitlist if he couldn't. Instead, the Prince of Demacia focused his eye on Meepo, whom was puting on a comedic routine with his ally, whom had revealed himself to be the source of the presence from earlier. That did not matter to Jarvan. He had his small foe before him, and although he was almost certain these two were fools, even the yordles were to be feared in some cases. So, around the time the second arrow was fired at Twisted Fate, Jarvan launched his own attack. 

A swift, horizontal swing of his lance, untainted by meaningless motions or desires. 
It had but one focus, one goal: to kill the foe before it.