Piltover’s Worst Nightmare

this has an evil energy

just a jinx or two

[image is a digital drawing of Ekko and Jinx in stylised combat; Ekko is leaping up and swinging a length of pipe over his head, while Jinx is stepping forward and drawing her pistol. their gazes are locked on each other; Ekko is smirking, Jinx grinning manically. an image of Ekko’s pocketwatch hangs behind them and fiery plumes of smoke or dust are kicking up around them.]

Now close the door

taunts  echo  in  the  dark,    teasing tone passing from one corner of the alley to the next.  then, he sees her.  a flash of blue hair, a gun in the holster at her hip.  rumors spread, even at the academy, and viktor has certainly heard stories.  stories of a girl destined to bring piltover to its knees, determined to tear the city apart brick by boring brick.  supposedly with relation to the great silco himself, he had even heard whispers that dubbed her the princess of zaun.  could this slight thing really be the famed jinx? “  not  lost,  ”    he says, head nodding toward the bomb gripped tight beneath white knuckles,    “  but  curious  as  to  what  this  is.  were  you  trying  to  …  trying  to  kill  me?  ”

“No,” she said. “I just wanted to get your attention. More people know about you than you think, Meestor Veektor.”

he  catches  it    beneath the toe of his shoe.  small  &  metal, with neon symbols scribbled over the surface.  an untrained eye might have mistaken it for nothing more than a sharp-toothed toy.  viktor, of course, knows better.  he had actually heard it, first.  rolling toward him across the oil-slicked pavement, slowing to a stop just before it could detonate at his feet.  he braces his cane and, with a little effort, crouches lower to the ground.  a single, slender hand jettisons out, swipes cautiously at the contraption.  he examines it at eye level  —  harmless with the pin still intact.  maybe. “  forgive  me,  ”    he says, unfazed, gaze downcast as if to ignore the want of the culprit,   “  though  i  think  you  have  dropped  your  bomb.  ” 

“You look lost,” Jinx said, kissing her teeth and grinning at him. “Or maybe you know exactly where you’re going. I know I do.”

Power, real power doesn’t come to those who were born strongest, or fastest, or smartest. No. It comes to those who will do anything to achieve it.