Thread: First Blood ( Captain Levi and Viktoff Samson )

Cut the last breath from them! The game had just begun. Though the drafting didn't go well and he was sure his teammates who were to protect the bottomlane had a concerning conversation before the battle had started, but Zed didn't let the words stick in his head. The red-clothed, blade-riddled assassin had his arms behind his form as he flew from one foot to the other. Wind had whipped against his mask as he ran straight up to the toplane. A simple path, and yet, Zed had come to a full stop at the end of his tower's reach. The sight of the large Demacian and his beefy sword had been enough to make Zed pause. Even with this enemy doing a silly dance in his big armor, Zed's eyes peered over the shadows elsewhere. It was always a pleasure for the Master of Shadows to monitor the quick work of his friend, Shaco. They were both quite lethal and deceptive, but Shaco took home the prize if it was a competition on who played the most mind games. Between terrorfying toy boxes and even vanishing acts, even Zed had a hard time keeping total focus on where his friend was and what he was up too. It was clear from Shaco's position, the enemy jungler was going to miss out on some of the camps. Forfeiting nothing to steal something was a great way to secure a lead. The eyes of men and women, Champions and Summoners alike were scouring over Zed's sleek body. At this level of competition, most of the game would be viewed intently by many, even by fellow champions in the match. Zed was marked as a crowd pleaser, a lady's man. Even Garen's dear little lux was confused by Zed's charms. The shadow assassin bad boy was all over her mind, even now, as she spectated the game and fought with herself to cheer for Garen. That's what made this match so sweet for Zed, Garen was going to get steamrolled and Zed can continue mind-fucking the blonde Demacian sow. It was a taste of depravity that he enjoyed maliciously. About half the game had passed as kills were traded back and forth. Zed dominated the top lane, but the enemy Ezreal had been competing for second place by subjugating and destroying the bottom lane. With teleport down and a fresh respawn timer, Garen was well off the map and Zed was low from diving the tower. It would normally be foolish to try something like that, but between Death Mark and Zed's massive lead, nothing was truly impossible. A sensation he would revisit as he noted Ezreal's trek through the middlelane and into the top-side jungle. A smile creeped behind the evil mask as Zed threw a living shadow into a nearby brush near the jungle and then he crept into a typical bush to recall in. Upon leaving vision, Zed swapped places with his Living Shadow and began to sneak through his jungle. His silence throughout these motions wouldn't portray how Zed's hidden heart began to make a little pitter patter. The sight over Shaco's boxes had been but one of it's many utilities. The trap would hide anywhere, in a bush, or in plain sight. It stealthed from view as it's monsterous center-piece had waddled back and forth in sheer delight. Once someone, like Ezreal, stepped into it's trigger range, the trap would spring to life and force almost any target to flee in terror. So it wasn't the blond adventurer's fault as the sudden trap seized his facilities so easily and made him move as he did. Sadly, even after gaining his composure, Ezreal's nightmare had only begun. Zed knew that Lux had somewhat of a thing for this Golden Boy, and he wondered if it was possible by definition to cuck a woman. Without making a sound, two long arms had crept from the bush at Ezreal's back. Advancing without alarming the smaller, but confident male. That is, until they made their move. One gloved hand going for his mouth, the other moving to cover his chest before the Master of Shadows would attempt to drag his prey into the Bush with him. The goal was to pin the young male against his hard leather chest armor.