Thread: orb of deception《 captain levi x ƒeral 》

Kazu. The tips of her softly furred ears twitched in acknowledgement although no verbal statement was made in response to his belated introduction. A part of her refused to answer him for the sake of holding steadfast to her grudge, the other half more or less indifferent to his attempt at befriending her, or whatever he was attempting to do. Teamwork had never been one of Ahri's many strengths on the battlefield so the subtle offer of calling their tiff a truce was buried in purposeful silence for the time being. If anything, she was more interested in the summoner's face beneath the overcast shade of the robe than his name. Her amber irises appeared to glow brighter for a split second before the iridescent hues died like coals in the hearth that were her eyes. A summoner in the flesh certainly felt and looked different, even carried a unique soul she noted was so unlike the underdeveloped characters' she had encountered in her personal lore and the many champions she had met on the plains of League of Legends. He felt real and her metaphorical heart thrummed in delayed excitement as she recalled how her summoner's thumbs had felt against the velvety insides of her ears. Warm. But even the Gumiho recognized that the silly sentiment wouldn't aide them in the battle ahead if anything, it would have derailed her from her simple goal. Somewhere under the guise of dense foliage, their opponent was lying in wait, and if it was Shaco that awaited her, he was more than likely under the godly protection of invisibility. Ahri had no such powers that would have helped conceal them in the brush but her agility surpassed Shaco's and made maneuvering in the mid lane much easier than it would have been to some. As soon as the effects of her equipment were calculated into the numbers of her stats, she sprinted without a moment of trepidation into the jungle-like route, just after she had giggled softly and seductively, as if to insinuate him to follow. Her voice seemed to carry into the densely packed trail like an echo, perhaps more like the tempting call of a siren, before it faded into the background noise of insect chirps and bird calls. The enemy minions dressed in crimson armor had already spawned upon Ahri's arrival into what appeared like the heart of an impenetrable forest. There were runes infested with ivy and thick trunks of trees surrounding, leaving them with plenty of defensive options but hardly a suitable route for escape. Not that the Gumiho intended to flee with so much bounty available in the hoards of minions that paraded their way. Several of their underlings equipped with a contrasting blue set of armor had clashed with the opposing swarm already, and even the simplest sequence of combat normally shown on a computer screen looked deadly before them. The minions were decently sized falling just a few inches shorter than Ahri but the violent methods in which they fought with magic and artillery had certainly not been addressed in the original game. But Ahri was a seasoned veteran in the mid lane and knew just the right pattern of nimble steps to take to claim the last hit of a dying minion with a powerful burst of neon blue energy. The force of her spirit balls shook the earth in its path to and from the enemies she killed, the recoil just strong enough to stagger her backwards. She had been careless, however. With her mana depleted just enough for her to force retreat, a dagger had sliced her backside, drawing forth a crescent wave of crimson and a vulpine cry from the Gumiho. The hand that had attacked her slipped into the protection of invisibility once more, just before Ahri had regenerated enough mana to shoot forth a glowering orb of magical energy. Be careful, she warned Kazu with a pained wince. He's in stealth mode. As far as she knew, the enemy summoner wasn't, and was probably hiding in the foliage somewhere, unable to attack for fear of dicing Shaco's chance to win First Blood.