![]() The Chosen has enough time to move his ship backwards and let his enemy fall into a sea of flames even he doesn’t deserve such an end. The Forsaken opens his ship’s cockpit and jumps fuelled with hate towards the other ship. Are they to continue their battle on space? Of course. They stare at the multiple, artificial counterparts on the face of the Chosen. The eyes of the Forsaken can be seen from the distance, glowing with their supernatural red tint. The ships raise, each containing their safe master aboard while the flames meet like crashing waves underneath. Once there a hand is extended to repay the debt. The Forsaken lifts the Chosen towards one of the ships floating over them. The light-blade goes off and the hammer stops glowing. The enemies get near by necessity and their life becomes a shared temporary nightmare.īack to back, both combatants have the choice of an easy strike and certain death. The flames don’t stop their unrelenting advance there’s no respect for the meaningful confrontation. ![]() ![]() The Chosen leaps to a side and thrusts his blade towards the hammer’s handle: no effect. It falls on the flames, engulfed in a mystic red energy and the pure fire around it strikes again. The lightsaber defies the flame’s light, the hammer falls hard on it but the blade moves to a side and deflects the glowing metal to a side. They spread everywhere, flesh or metal, all fall under the unending hunger. The flames strike, grasping, engulfing into themselves the existence of anything within reach. “My hammer shall free me.” The Forsaken walks onwards towards the wildfire. Skins: Forsaken Jayce, Wildfire Zyra, Junkyard Trundle and Chosen Master YiĬhampions: Kha’Zix, Cassiopeia, Yorick and Cho’Gath
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