When your sup steals your kill

"An enemy has been slain." "Whoops, sorry," Lulu said cheerfully, as Jhin saw his beautifully composed artwork being sent into oblivion by one badly aimed glitter lance. Jhin couldn't answer, for he needed all of his willpower not to shoot his ally at the stand. It had all looked so perfectly, right until the end. Thresh walked over a lotus trap and was hold there by deady flourish. A shot in his chest, a dancing grenade and then, right before he could land the killing blow, Lulu had thought it a good idea to 'help', pinging away the last of Thresh' power. No beautiful flower, no final chord, no finale. Just a dead body covered in... glitter. Deadly glítter. "FOUR!" Jhin cried, as he blew a minion to pieces. That shot was meant for Thresh.