CattEWhampus

  Nocturne paced his cell. A crystal prison, similar to the nexus he had destroyed so very many times. He hated it in here, but it was far better than in the rift. At least here, he had some modicum of free will, privacy with his own thoughts. On Summoner's Rift, he was a slave, forced to fight for incompetent Summoners who had no understanding of what true terror was. He was forced to fight their little battles, to kill the so called monsters of the Rift's jungles time and time again, driving him mad with boredom as he repeated the tasks day in and day out, only to leave and jump on an enemy "champion." Nocturne laughed. There were

 She lowered her sword slightly. "I've been fighting since I could walk. Why are you so concerned with my abilities? Just who are you anyhow?" The man pocketed his eyes and sheathed his sword. He jammed a kerchief in the eye socket and walked over to her. She lowered her sword further, allowing it to swing at her waist. "I am Franco Petrovich, Lord Commander of His Majesty's Grand Army. And let me tell you lass, that was some of the finest swordsmanship I've seen in some years! But, it isn't nearly where it needs to be, if you're to serve under me." Her rapier clattered to the ground, forgotten. She dropped to her knee, horrified at what