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Darius felt she deserved a proper death. With the time they had spent together, the general would be a liar if he said he hadn’t grown attached to the girl. Sometimes, tough love was the Noxian’s way of expressing it, but the very fact alone that the kid spent so much time with him was proof enough that he cared in some aspect.

Instead of having her hunted and slain in the streets like a dog, Darius would complete the task during training. It was better this way, for her and for his pride, giving her a proper warrior’s death despite the fact that she hadn’t seen battle before.

Maybe she would understand.

When the time had come, Darius lead the girl out to a more abandoned area to train in than usual, waving away her questions, same as it ever was. “We’re here because it’s easier,” he’d say. She wouldn’t question him too much. Perhaps it was something she had learned along the way.

Arriving at the grounds, Darius placed the head of the axe on the ground, almost leaning on the weapon. He directed Ciryke to one of the dummies, instructing her strike it, standing behind her. For a while, the general simply watched her, gripping his weapon, preparing to strike.

The first cut would always be the worst.

Swinging the bladed weapon in front of him, Darius aimed to incapacitate the girl, heavy weapon severing her spine near the middle of her back. He would watch her drop, stunned, in shock. At this point, what could he say? Darius was a ruthless killer, no mercy. But maybe he would make an exception here.

“…Swain’s orders.” It was all he could think of saying in response to her pleading, her questions. To be fair, it was all that needed to be said. “I thought you would get through this… perhaps I was wrong…”

The cold metal of his footwear nudged at Ciryke and rolled her onto her back, more than likely causing even more pain to her back. He could only imagine what she was going through. Darius would take her out of her misery.

Raising the weapon once more, the soldier glanced down at her, disappointment shining in his eyes. “You had potential. But your progress was not fast enough. If it were up to me… maybe I’d have been more patient…”

In an effort to speed up the process of death, the warrior swung the axe down, using a combination of his strength and the incredible weight of the weapon to behead the girl, making sure the blade didn’t stop until the soil beneath them cushioned its’ fall.

The spray from the kill didn’t bother him too much, but the disappointment still remained on Darius’ face. He quietly sighed, letting go of the axe which had been lodged into the ground, to wipe his brow.

“You could’ve been more.”