Thread: orb of deception《 captain levi x ƒeral 》

Shaco's first strike, which had been boosted to do an extra twenty percent of damage, seared painfully into her backside and the virtual health bar above her, depleting the green a few notches. The wound wasn't fatal despite the realistic visuals of her crimson blood coloring her oriental robes the same hue, but the potion Kazu had consumed had helped coagulate the injury and even relieved some of her fatigue. She was ten times more careful now, the cone-shaped tips of her furred ears rotating like satellites to pick up any miscellaneous sounds the jester was careless to cover in stealth mode. With the explosions and clash of metalwork ringing loudly around them, though, it was difficult even for Ahri's beast-like instincts to focus on Shaco's soft and nimble footwork. Occasionally, she heard an isolated pile of leaves crunching beneath her veiled assassin's feet and intuitively knew he was a certain distance away. Her predatory nature would have had her bolting towards the detected noise had it not been for Kazu's instruction to stay perfectly still. Don't move? The idea sounded ridiculous in the moment but her summoner's intentions were clear the second Ahri saw herself, a very convincing copy of herself, at least, dash into the bloody fray of minions. The illusion fought as she would have, leaving no room for doubt that Shaco would take the bait and open the opportunity for Ahri to use her Charm spell. Not bad. She glanced at her summoner out of the corner of her eyes, a playful flirtatious, even simper pressing onto the feline curvature of her lips. As soon as the illusion dispelled and Shaco came forth with the same combination of moves that had bested Ahri before, the Gumiho dashed forward and blew a kiss, her hand releasing a fine mist of pink that captured the jester without fail. His limbs went weak, expression fixed in a lovesick stupor unfit for a haunting visage of his kind, and he walked harmlessly towards her. She had but two full seconds to release a deadly string of combos against her stupefied opponent, a chance she wasn't willing to miss while Shaco was exposed. At close proximity, her form enveloped in blue celestial flames, and three orbs of destructive energy separated themselves from the mold of her aura, slamming into the jester with astounding power and speed. Three hits from her Fox-fire skill were enough to deplete the enemy champion's health bar to yellow, and two more basic attacks to red. By then, Shaco had come to, and a part of his body had already dissipated into his surroundings. He was slipping away! Ahri lept forward with breathtaking agility, her inky hair and robes flapping wildly against the tremendous force of the Orb of Deception swirling in her hands. Just one more! Only Shaco's face hadn't dispersed when Ahri shot forth her first skill in the hopes of claiming First Blood. The hotblooded Gumiho hadn't missed her target... but even her world seemed to revolve that much more slowly when the opposing summoner blocked her skill shot. Except, she hadn't. The bright, revolving ball of magical energy had shot clear through the transparent summoner and through Shaco with the force of a firearm, draining the jester's health completely. But Ahri stood there, heaving, even shocked, as she watched Shaco's summoner fall to her companion's side. She was female. Young, even. Shaco! Shaco! the young girl, looking even more spunky and youthful with her bob-cut and the light dusting of freckles over the bridge of her nose, shrieked at her fallen comrade. Shaco, get up! Re-spawn, please! I don't want to die! But even the corpse of the jester failed to regenerate as it normally would, and the only thing that had changed now and five seconds ago was that some morbid form of rigor mortis had set in already. Ahri glanced at Kazu, unable to fully understand what she felt in that moment as the enemy summoner's form began to glower before shattering into millions of tiny shards. Almost like stars. That was quite a dramatic death, she thought, although her curiosity pulled her shortly to Shaco's lifeless body that hadn't done much but lie there, even after the supposed death of his summoner. She nudged his arm with the toe of her boots. Dead. Only when a familiar voice booming 'First Blood!' over the virtual world sounded did Ahri snap back to their current situation. There were no more minion kills left to harvest in this area, so they either had the option to teleport back to the ally town for supplies or press on, gambling their chances that they wouldn't be ganked further up the mid lane. That was quite the strategy, Kazu, she purred, prior grudges forgotten as she leaned and nuzzled against his front like a kitten wanting attention. The soft rumble sounding in the pit of her chest was unmistakable. We'll make a good team. The furred tips of her ears now flicked against his chin as her cheek rested against his clavicle, if only to hear the muffled beat of his heart that pulsated directly below her head. He was alive. He wasn't just a collection of crystal shards waiting to shatter at the cue of her death, was he? No, he was real, she told herself. He was warm.