(Very) short Ekko and Talon story
First time doing any kind of fanfic writing. Hope someone reads it!
"So is cloak-and-dagger supposed to be 'in' where you're from?"
Talon whirled around, arm blade ready, and identified the source of the voice as the adolescent Zaunite shadowed by an alley wall.
"You don't know who I am, kid. Beat it."
To his surprise, the teen advanced instead of fleeing, frowning and configuring some sort of device strapped to his back. Fully revealed, Talon noted his unusual hair and tattoo.
"This part of Zaun's my turf. I can't have you causing trouble here."
Talon sighed. "Relax, kid. I can recognize a street rat when I see one. I'm not here to hurt you or your friends. Still, Zaun ghettos can't be all that bad if you have such a welcoming attitude towards strangers. In Noxus, one of us would be dead already."
The teen's frown deepened, and he crossed his arms. "Does the Noxian upper crust kidnap orphans and test out horrible new augments on them? Cause that's what Chem Baron Gavin does. You think you know Zaun, but you couldn't tell a sump snipe from a tube runner. Why are you even here?"
"Let's just say a well-to-do Piltovian really wants to ruin some Chem Baron's day. Permanently. Now get out of my way."
Talon blinked. The Zaunite had vanished.
"I can save you some time, if you're interested," said a voice from the alley.
