Imagine If I Had A Real Weapon Part II

Part II Of that one thing I started doing. Have fun!

Upon recalling Jax was met with officals. They accused Jax of disobeying the sanctions created by the League headmaster. Jax made a threatening motion with his new staff and every official flinched so forcibly they nearly fell to the ground. “I used that lamppost for hundreds of battles on the grounds it wasn’t a real weapon, it’s gone and now… so is this little game.” The officials were recalled and the announcer’s voice filled the battle arena once again, “attention all champions, the competitor known as Jax is in direct violation of the rules that govern the sovereignty of the league of legends. He is no longer a participant. Destroy him on sight.” Before the announcer’s words were finished the nexus laser began to charge and Jax took off sprinting into the wilderness. The summoner’s presence that accompanies every champion left him and he was truly alone. He flexed his grip on the staff, well, not completely alone. Jax had a feeling he knew in a general sense where his former teammates were located. If he was accustomed to the rift as he normally is with a bird’s eye view, he had to guess he was somewhere around the lizards’ camp, commonly known as red. This meant all of his teammates could converge on him at any moment if they so choose. It was hard to tell if they would. There is no real camaraderie between champs, even if they are placed on the same team. Maybe this violation of the rules will breed a free-for-all if Jax plays his cards right, however the inverse is possible as well, they could all band together. Twisted Fate was able to see Jax deliberating his next moves. It was his fortune. Jinx caught on and decided to attack with Twisted Fate from both flanks. Twisted stepped through his gate and appeared just outside red in a flutter of cards. Jax heard the rustle and snapped his attention to center. He anchored himself in silence boiling with anticipation. It was the stifled laughter that gave her away, she was too damn excited and blew the advantage Twisted Fate mused as he watched in horror as the staff extended towards her skull. To her credit Jinx was able to fire three shots before losing four teeth and breaking her collar bone. She went down in a tangled mess of awkwardly positioned limbs, her eyes shut tight, asleep like a baby. Twisted Fate brought up three cards and snapped them off at Jax. The last was imbued with a yellowish light that spelled bad luck. It halted Jax for an instant he leapt and stuck. Twisted Fate swore he felt the fracture in his forearm, it felt distant, like none of this was real. The staff swept his legs from under him and then Jax let loose his grandmaster’s might with three rapid strikes. Only five left. Pantheon and Olaf were peripherally aware they were the last two of their ‘team’ now. Pantheon seemed the only one to care that teammates died; the Viking was too exhilarated at the chance to meet a worthy challenger in battle. Pantheon already a little wounded from previous skirmishes recalled to the nexus. The berserker waded through the jungle anticipating true freedom…at last. At this time Jax was crossing the river near dragon. He always knew a day like this would come, but never imagined it this way, or to be this easy. If the universe had its own sense of humor it chose now to capitalize on Jax’s inner thoughts. Three forms burst from a single, small, cramped bush. Draven started, “well grandma, it’s time I show you who the real mas-“ Jax caught him between the legs, silencing Draven and his unborn children forever. Jax slid the staff in the handle to Draven’s spinning axe and spun the blade at the end of the staff. His dexterity was unmatched and his skills more adept in the heat of battle. The blades carved Draven in an unseemly way. Ironically, he did not utter a sound. Jax spun the axe and at the exact moment when the blade was cresting over its most horizontal point, he launched it at Ziggs. Ziggs didn’t dodge or flinch. The velocity of the toss would not have allowed either of those options. As Jax approached the shivering, furry body he realized the yordle’s genius. The yordle was curled into himself, when Jax entered blasting range Ziggs’ revealed that he was cradling two handfuls of hexplosives. He couldn’t dodge the blast completely, he felt concussed. Out of the explosions smoke Udyr raced out with the speed of a tiger with traces of smoke clinging to his body. He struck Jax twice then stunned him completely with the strength of a bear. For the first time today Jax felt like he might not actually see this to the end. Then the skys cleared and Udyr was caught in the center of an armored god’s wrath. Udyr was brought low in one blow, but not finished. He assumed the stance of a turtle and clung to life. Pantheon deflected his petty blows and bashed the fake creature to the ground. He finished Udyr with his relic spear. And turned his mask of iron toward Jax. The stare was penetrating, even though Jax was unable to glint any eyes under the shadow of the helm. His stride was purposeful. Pantheon intended to end this once and for all. War was art, war was life, and this was no ordinary organized league match. This was battle not some glorified charade. He lifted his shield and hefted his spear. In moments like these, in fiery battle, true war is waged. A mighty roar broke the reverie of the two entranced warriors. Lightning split the earth and a madman flashed into place inhaling and exhaling in ragged breaths through gritted teeth. He raised his axes to the sky. None of the warriors spoke. The language written here was in body language, breath, and spirit. The warriors formed a perfect triangle. The river’s water slowed. Jax made the first move. One of Ziggs’ bombs were close by, Jax scuffed the ground flinging mud and an inactive bomb at Pantheon. An axe splashed somewhere in the water short of both champions. The bomb deflected uselessly off of the Rakkor’s chosen armor, the mud found its target’s eyes. Pantheon thrust his spear desperately at Jax. Jax retaliated with a blow so hard to Pantheon’s shield it pushed the thrust wide. Olaf did not skip a beat. He picked up his axe and swung wildly. It was difficult, but Jax managed a counter by twirling Wukong’s staff. For a moment Olaf looked as though he was stunned. Then he changed. The Viking’s eyes peeled open. His breath filled all of his lungs, he felt rejuvenated. This was it, today was the day. Olaf had never felt so alive. However, he was at death’s door, Jax was mercilessly beating Olaf into the water. The Viking felt the bloodrage. He wasn’t sure if he was breathing anymore, in fact he had a fuzzy feeling he already passed the threshold unto death and his last moments were merely the extension of his will. Each blow cost him life and Olaf was happy for ragnarok was near. Pantheon was dumfounded. The spectacle was as bizarre as anything he had ever seen before. Jax had beaten the berseker to a pulp so bad the Viking was fighting ghosts. He was yelling and screaming while slashing at shadows in the water. Sloshing blades up and down, slower, and slower until he collapsed in a fountain of bloodied water. Jax was entertained enough to watch and laugh. He saw that Pantheon came to and straightened up. Pantheon leapt shield ready to deflect any blows. He thrust his spear out with blinding speed, stabbing anything that moved. Jax hit the shield. For every spear thrust Pantheon made Jax hit the shield. Jax’s attacks were getting faster and Pantheon’s slower. Before he knew it the shield buckled. His arm was shattered in broken and Jax kept coming. Pantheon quite literally crumpled under his shield. It was horrifying to witness this brutality in the rift. Jax planted the staff in the now red water. It was pristine, bar a few scratches from the fights. As he made his way off the fields he heard a number of loud booms. He turned around and was met by a set of ten more champions. He let out a drawn out sigh. Pantheon’s spear was close by; he went to pick it up and immediately decided it was a temporary replacement before he could win a new weapon. These thoughts raced through his mind as he eyed the anchor that was strewn over Nautilus’s shoulder.