“Uh.” Vana swallowed. Aatrox sounded as unamused as ever with her antics. “The bugs?” With a large shrug Vana smiled up at Aatrox, a nervous laugh escaping her.

Sheesh, tough crowd. “Anyway, uh…” She tapped Aatrox’s leg with a fist. “Tag. You’re it!” With another laugh Vana bounded away as quickly as she came.

“The bugs.” He echoes. A thought of the ancient battle with the Void threatened to surface, their insect-like bodies may be mistaken for large, monsterous bugs. But it did not seem that was what she referred it. It seemed much more likely to be another of her ways of wasting time. With that train of thought, Aatrox’s eyes fall down to her touch, locking onto the healer as she ran away.

Mordekaiser snaps his ribs shut menacingly.

Unamused eyes watch as she shortened the distance between them, no real sense of concern ever showing. A purposefully slow blink hides the rolling of his eyes. Contemplating whether to humour her nonsense or not, Aatrox allows himself the time to take in a deep sigh before answering. 

He knows this one, so he tolerates.

Mordekaiser wills his rib armor to repeatedly clamp shut on the mortal’s fingers like a series of slammed doors. She’ll have to pull them back soon if she wants to have any unbroken bones past the knuckle.

do it coward : /