Imagine If I Had A Real Weapon

It won't let me post in Community Creations the button isn't there. So, I'm going to drop this in here. I made a part II and I can post it if anyone wants. We'll see. This might not be readable for everybody and I probably won't come back in a bit. I just thought I'd give this stuff a whirl. Ready? Set? GO!

Olaf, Tryndamere, Twisted Fate, Pantheon, Udyr, Wukong, Draven, Jax, Ziggs, Gangplank and Jinx. Trynda, wukong, draven, ziggs and udyr vs Jax, Jinx, Twisted Fate, Pantheon and Olaf

Imagine If I had a Real Weapon

It all started the same. There was the flash of light, a feeling of displacement and you were there. The Summoner’s Rift. The glorious Fields of Justice where champions from all over the world partake in battle to prove themselves or their nations. To Jax it was always just a game, a game played by his rules.
“yup” Jax voiced to no one in particular. There were four other champions present, Jax was familiar with Twisted Fate and Pantheon, the other two were forgettable; some hyperactive girl with a gun and a crazed Viking that dual-wielded axes. Jax eyed the weapons and then his gaze fell upon the brass lamppost leaning against the wall. This little beauty was always waiting for him. He nodded at the merchant and then grasped his weapon. In a time he can hardly remember he created his own rules to this game, that he would use this lamppost as his only weapon. This special condition was a counter to the League’s restrictions being placed on him, when he proved to be a master of arms.
Lifting the weapon pulled his mouth into a smile, the weight was always off and the weapon was imbalanced. In the hands of anyone else this would be a clumsy, blunt sort of tool to smash and break in a few swings. In Jax’s hands it seemed like the legendary Infinity’s Edge. He gained an affinity for the weapon; it was as if omitting the lamppost was the equivalent to abandoning a friend. 

The announcer’s voice boomed loud for all champions to hear, “ten seconds until minions spawn.” With that Jax set off towards the northern most lane at a leisurely pace. With the aid of his summoner’s clairvoyance Jax knew the competition. Today he was going to beat down Draven, squash Ziggs, obliterate Tryndamere, whack Wukong and upset Udyr. More immediately, he caught the glimpse of a monkey’s tail in the brush, whack Wukong. He leapt with astonishing speed and what followed can only be described as the distinctive thud of being hit with a lamppost. He knew it was a decoy before he even hit the ground; still, it was satisfying to bludgeon a wisp of cloud. Satisfied, Jax stood vigilant in the brush. Wukong was baiting him; there was another section of brush he was ‘hiding’ in, constantly poking his head out of like a game of peek-a-boo. Jax was patient, now or later it was all the same. The monkey king’s unorthodox wuju style was about to meet its superior match. Jax was no master of styles; he was a grandmaster of arms. The form of the style must physically manifest through some weapon. Jax mastered the vehicles for these forms. He goaded Wukong with the same contagious attitude the king wore like clothes, “imagine if I had a real weapon,” his deep voice revealing his position in the adjacent thicket. Even Jax wasn’t quite prepared for three more figures to burst out of the green. He stood his ground, hefted his weapon above his head and began twirling it. Wukong appeared from nowhere, his staff extending into Jax’s unprotected ribs, producing a pained grunt. Jax could smell the Sulphur and then heard the lit fuse of Ziggs` bombs bouncing toward him, somewhere in that audible raucous he could make out the noise of blades cutting air as Draven spun one of his axes, or was that Tryndameres’ wind milling slash? Jax didn’t hesitate to find out. He lashed out with his staff stunning Wukong and Tryndamere. Within two steps Jax leapt towards the nearest caster minion. Downed a health potion and cautiously paced until he was sure the coast was clear. He barely advanced past his own minions when Tryndamere rushed him. There was blood in the air, the taste of iron. Tryndamere only used one arm to try and slice and dice Jax before he could reach the safety of his tower. Jax was well within range and paid no mind to Tryndamere’s foolish assault until he became uncomfortably aware of the fact that Wukong was nowhere to be seen. In that moment of realization Wukong enlarged his staff and brought it down in an overhead swing. Jax was forced to defend himself with an awkward block and it cost him the lamppost. Wukong’s crushing blow split the weapon into three useless splinters. The adrenaline coursing through Jax allowed him to perceive all of this as if it were in a fourth of real time, his actions could not keep up with the pace he was processing. However, the assault was so well executed or simply so bizarre that he was forced into an untenable defensive position. He was keenly aware of the loss of his weapon, a part of his soul…his friend. He snatched up one of the three broken pieces and jabbed at Tryndamere with enough might to take the warrior down. Wukong retreated and Jax was left alone. Funny enough, he didn’t feel any intense emotion, rather, he just wasn’t overcome with any. Jax was simply aware that a part of him was missing. He intended to make amends. Wukong was killing minions and stealing their leftovers when he saw Jax approaching. He was nonplussed to see what Jax was wielding. His adopted weapon was none other than Tryndamere’s sword. His heart was telling him to run, but Wukong’s brain tricked him into playing with Jax. If things went south he could always flee. He was good at that. In fact he was ready to try one of his new moves. As soon as Jax was in range Wukong rode his nimbus, struck Jax low, then swung high and immediately after began what he now decided would be called his, ‘cyclone’ a relentless assault from his imbued staff. Jax took each blow and then decided that the staff was a much more suitable weapon than this barbarian’s sword (truth be told he felt awkward without a blunt weapon). One perfectly well placed slash felled the young monkey king. Jax ditched the sword in the dirt and adopted the staff. He marveled at the craftsmanship for a few moments and then recalled to the Nexus. Wukong’s body lay crippled in two halves.