Ziraeth's Mistake
But Xin Zhao was given no time to remember at all.
-¡Wake up you filthy Demacian! -shouted a Noxian guard.- Your beloved arena awaits you, aren't you happy about that?
-¡The crowd sure is Malcolm! -said the guard that accompannied the one that had talked first, smiling exaggeratedly.
-Malcolm... -muttered Xin Zhao.
-¡Shut up you scum!¡And you'd better keep your mouth shut if you want to keep that white smile of yours, private! -said Malcolm, clearly angry at his subordinate; he was afraid of Xin Zhao knowing his name.- Take him up fool, the executioner is waiting.
-¿Don't you miss those days when Urgot was the one meant to chop heads down Malcolm? -asked the young private.
The talking Noxian had no time to react; Malcolm's left fist hit him right into his mouth, breaking his teeth and soaking the whole cell in blood. The general didn't need to say anything more after that. With no more hesitation, the young private, now without a smile and constantly spitting blood, walked towards Xin Zhao.
-You are coming... -attempted to talk the bleeding guard before collapsing on his own feet.
-¡Get up and take him to the arena if you don't want to die with him Nellescar! -commanded General Malcolm.
-Yes m'... Yes General Malcolm. -nervously answered Nellescar while turning towards Xin Zhao.- You are coming with me.
The young private was strong; loading Xin Zhao's weight on a shoulder, the Noxian helped the seneschal of Demacia on his feet. Once they were sure that Xin Zhao could walk on his own, the Noxian guards guided him through the catacombs.
And now he remembered; he knew the way pretty well. He had fiercely fought in the arena for years. "That wasn't me..." thought Xin Zhao. That had been his former self; he had been strong, fierce, a man known and feared. But not a single trace of that legendary fighter remained on his soul; no matter what happenned up in the arena, Xin Zhao was already dead.
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-What I mean is that if you do what you're told you'll get out of this cell. -answered LeBlanc.- What you do once you are out of here is none of my concern.
-Seems that we have a good deal here... -whispered the chain warden, his voice echoing through the cell.- You shall have what you want, Ziraeth, I'll make sure of it! Hahaha!
-Then stop laughing and start working. You know what I came for, the faster you do what I need you to, the earlier you'll get to do as you please.
He knew what LeBlanc wanted. There was no reason to fool around with her; the last Ziraeth was nothing to laugh at. Nonetheless, Thresh found that there was no need for more words. He had always been able to escape his cell, but his curiosity always held him back from doing it; his imprisonment had given him the chance to study both LeBlanc and Darkwill. Now that it was all over, he had to find a new entertainment; Noxus should suffice.
Without a word, Thresh opened the portal and LeBlanc silently went through it. "The fastest way to Piltover..." thought the chain warden. "Her one way ticket to hell, such a pitiful existence."
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