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THERE YOU GO, FELLAS.

proper promo soon, or maybe not LMAO.

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//By the way. I finished Fiora’s new blog, since this is a sideblog in a now archived main. So if yall want it already just tell me, otherwise I’ll share it tomorrow.

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Shyvana sits down next to Fiora. She doesn't say anything & she is kind of awkward but she tried. She just wanted to sit next to the sword lady.

Her eyes slowly peeled off from the play she was watching, bright blue gaze slowly darting towards the person that had sat next to her. Just a mere glance, mostly to see who it was, and for her to politely greet.

She was surprised to see the half-dragon awkwardly sitting down, eyes focused on nothing in particular. She looked tense, that was obvious.

How amusing...

“ Good afternoon, Shyvana.”

She’d say after turning her attention back to the stage, a subtle smirk on her face as she nonchalantly crossed her knees one over the other. She did not know the other had any interest in these activities, but she would also not inquire about it.

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GAREN.

The Demacian was already making his way outside as Fiora was equipping her weapon, ensuring the straps on his vambraces were secure. He wasn’t expecting Fiora to join a military issue– she was not bound to the oath of military, so he didn’t bother to look back and see if she was following.

He was fully expecting the men of his army to come forth and answer this threat. The second bellowing roar didn’t falter the knight– it only steeled his resolve. Guards were already approaching him, and Garen was already issuing commands– reinforcing the walls closer to the area the noise was heard, moving units to strategic positions, and most importantly, ensuring the safety of the innocents that could not fight.

That explained the look of surprise when he was suddenly stopped. If it were a subordinate, it’d have turned quickly into anger. However, it turned out to be the duelist, herself. His expression was still grim, and he looked into the distance as he quickly contemplated her offer. She was not short of being able to fight… but she had not sworn her life for Demacia’s prosperity.

Crag Beasts were formidable. If unchecked, the could easily smash through a walls in no time, at all. Time was something he couldn’t afford to lose.

“Stay close– follow my lead,” was Garen’s answer. With a quick nod, he stepped by her, continuing his route forward.

She may not be part of the military, but plenty of her brothers were — she was not short in knowledge about their duties. Even still, as a noble, she had duties of her own; Fiora may not have sworn to her country as a knight, but she knew her title was more than mere etiquette.

She’d nod back at him, posture straight as she looked up at the man. Her usual snarky façade had dropped, hardening to a determined semblance. Had she ever fought such a beast before? Certainly not. But she had heard about the incident from a few years ago, by the farmlands in the countryside. They were a rather amusing research topic for her ever since.

Rapiers were grand for dueling, but their blades were nimble and sharp enough to pierce the beast’s hide with ease. Even more so, a warrior should be fast enough to dodge the incoming weight of the monster, must it try to attack again.

“ I’d not be very useful against its tougher skin, but if you or your men can annoy it enough to put him in its hind legs, I could be able to lunge fast enough to pierce through the softer area. “ She spoke nonchalantly. It wasn’t as if she would be there waiting. Her blade was sturdy enough to handle the blow against the rocky-like pelt, but she knew it would not be enough to bother the creature.

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//Would yall be cool if I made Fiora into her own blog instead of side blog?

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@ofironloyalty replied to your post

everyone knows what happened last time she turned down a specific one.

“ Ah yes and how is your husband? Can’t imagine just how thrilling your life with him must be. ”

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Fiora has enough suitors to turn down already, but the effort has been... acknowledged. @snugglyporos.

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"I remember you. Flawless technique, fast cuts, lousy attitude."

She lightly faced the voice that seemed to be referring to her. Bright blue eyes eyeing the other and shifting away a few times.

Who...?

Oh. Must have been one of the audience members from the competition she was in a while ago.

“ Attentive. Good for you. ”

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The poro notices her confusion! Thus, the poro tries to explain the problem! It chitters and wiggles its paws about, trying to explain the issue. Clearly, that will solve all the confusion.

It didn’t, but it served to make her confused pursed lips to curl into a smile.

The attempt was adorable.

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Well pets are good! But the poro doesn't really understand what she means with her clothes. Confused poro! It still seems worried about something! Worried chitters...

At this point she doesn’t know how to better the situation so she just keeps petting the little creature.

Now they’re both confused.

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The poro blinked when she stopped its paws! Confused poro chitters! Is... not good? Not think poro is doing good? Sad poro.

It wasn’t, she was merely making it paw at her hand.

She had to protect the integrity of her clothing, after all. But she didn’t seem to mind it, even petting its head in response to the chitters.

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It is! Happy chitters! and a paw wiggles! Has been doing the guarding! Is doing a good job? The poro hopes so! Is good poro! Wants to help! Maybe someone gave it another helmet to avoid giving it a sword.

She’d use her free hand to stop its paws from dirtying her clothing, but a faint smile would be plastered on her face.

She didn’t know about the effectiveness of all this, but the little thing certainly looked adorable.

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GENERAL

“Can you walk?”

“How did this happen?”

“What the hell happened?”

“I hit my head.”

“Did you hit your head?”

“Can you hear me?”

“Don’t close your eyes, stay awake!”

“Come on, stay with me!”

“No no no no no!”

“You shot me!”

“I didn’t mean to shoot you!”

“You stabbed me!”

“I didn’t mean to stab you!”

“Take the knife out!”

“Don’t take the knife out!”

“It was an accident!”

“That/this wasn’t an accident!”

“That looks broken.”

“I think my leg/arm is broken.”

“That doesn’t look good.”

“Am I going to die?”

“You’re not going to die!”

“Calm down!”

“Don’t panic!”

“I can’t help you if you don’t let me!”

BLOOD

“Are you bleeding?”

“Don’t move, you’re bleeding.”

“Is that blood?”

“Whose blood is that?”

“That’s a lot of blood.”

“Do you know how to get bloodstains out?”

“Why do you know how to get bloodstains out?”

“Damn, I got blood on my shirt.”

“Don’t move, you’re losing blood!”

“I won’t let you bleed out!”

“You have blood on your face.”

“I swear to god, if you get blood on me…”

“What’s your blood type?”

“Why in the hell would you need to know my blood type?”

WOUNDS

“That cut is nasty.”

“You have a massive gash in your arm/leg!’

“Don’t touch it!”

“Don’t move, you’ll only make it worse!”

“I’ll get some bandages.”

“You’re going to need stitches.”

“That looks infected…”

“Did you get bit by something?”

“There’s no exit wound, the bullet is still in you.”

“There’s an exit wound, the bullet went through you.”

AFTERCARE

“How are you feeling?”

“How does it feel?”

“It’s still not healed, but it’s getting there.”

“Let’s go home.”

“I just want to go home.”

“Let’s get you into the bathtub.”

“We need to change your bandages soon.”

“Get some sleep, okay?”

“You need to eat something, you’ve been through a lot today.”

“I’ll check up on you in a bit.”

“You’re going to be fine. I promise.”

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Is poro! Has helmet! Is guarding. At least, that's what the poro was told to do! Is unclear he can see out of it. Is doing good?

Another... Helmet...?

She’d look around, wondering how in the heavens was it getting all these helmets. Someone must’ve been slacking.

She’d kneel down, one hand lightly raising the helmet away from its eyes, looking to see if the little creature was alright.

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GAREN.

Garen remained in the center of Fiora’s circle, sword raised and eyes locked onto hers. The training was becoming more focused on the conversation they were having. The Demacian was relieved that she wasn’t using this time to try and pry information out of him that needed to remain close to his chest, right now. It made it easier to trust others when they didn’t see your rank as a means to their end…

The knight shook his head slightly at her curtsy. “Luxanna is more bold than I am– making herself known to the people in order to prove our point. We needn’t fear magic. We can adapt to it… learn what can be used for what is just, and forbid what is unjust.”

He was just about to break the cease fire with a quick thrust, when the noise commanded the general’s attention. He stood upright, his eyes narrowing as his lips formed a small scowl. He glanced over to Fiora just as she looked back to him, and gave a small nod.

“Put a hold on this, Lady Laurent.” Garen’s voice was filled with a determination and fearless resolve. “It would seem we have more pressing matters to attend to.” The practice sword was quickly put up on the weapons rack nearby, and his massive greatsword, secure in its scabbard was picked up and strapped to his back.

“Yes, it seems so... Doesn’t it?” She said right after in a vigilant tone, eyes looking around as she quickly put away the training rapier, now grabbing the sheathe where her rapier was in, securing it around her hips. Whatever that was, he’d certainly have to deal with it, and as a noble, if it threatened Demacia, she’d also be ready to fend it back.

Starting to walk off the training grounds, she could see a few guards already rushing to the borders. Another loud sound echoed from the direction they were going, it sounded beastly; a roar, perhaps.

She looked at Garen for a moment, knowing he’d have to go there regardless. Her focus was back to the turmoil for a few moments before his figure approached to go join them, to which she’d promptly raise her hand, quickly placing it over his breastplate as if to stop him.

“ Wait. I think it’s a Crag Beast. “ It was a long shot, they rarely attacked and when they did it was by the country side. But to have that many men go there and nothing be done, she could only expect as much.

“ I can go there with you to help, my blade is nimble and sharp enough to perhaps hit its vital parts. I’ll just need you to make it show its stomach. “

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SHYVANA.

Reptilian  eyes  never  left  the  sword  as  they   talked  about  it.  In  fact,  the  more  Fiora  moved  it  around,   the  more  entranced  Shyvana  seemed  to  become.  That  is,  until  Fiora  sheathed  the  sword.  Shyvana  blinked  her  eyes,  &  her  pupils  went  back  to  their  usual  slits.  

❛   Huh?   ❜  She  stared  at  Fiora  as  if  she’s  just  fallen  from  another   world.  She  hadn’t  really  been  listening,  admittedly,  &  she  was  struggling  to  piece  together  what  little  she’d  heard  &  make  it  into  something  coherent.  Something  about  apprentices  &  slashing.  Slashing.  Ah,  the  sword  slashes  rather  than  chops.

She  was  a  bit  shy  in  her  tone  when  she  continued.   ❛   I  like  the  slashing.  I’d  like  to  see.   ❜  

She noticed how... aloof the other seemed. A moment more and she’d swear the other would have drooled on her sword. Curious, but nothing she’d truly ask about, not now. But the interest was rather adorable, whatever reason she may have for it.

“ Then you are welcome to watch their training some time. I’m sure they’d like an audience. “ She spoke, bright blue gaze shifting back to the horizon as they got close to the gates of the royal building.

“ It is a bit different than your... methods. But it is a very effective weapon. “ She added, a light shrug of her shoulders, to which she was quick to re-fix her posture from.

Truthfully, she was not sure Shyvana would appreciate the skill that came with using it, but she was sure that was not her point of interest to begin with.

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SHYVANA.

Tilting  her  head,  Shyvana  watched  Fiora  for  a  moment  ——  the  way  she  walked  &  talked.  She  couldn’t  help  but  be  a  little  taken  aback  by  her  composure.

Once  again,  her  pupils  dilated  into  more  full   circles.  The  blade…  In  the  light,  it  shined  so  beautifully,   even  reflecting  onto  the  half  breed  herself.  Shimmering  white   lines  following  the  length  of  the  rapier,  causing  Shyvana’s   eyes  to  dart  back  &  forth  following  them.  She  couldn’t  help  but  imagine  how  pretty  it  would  be  in  gold.

❛   It  doesn’t  look  good  for…   ❜   She  trailed  off,  seemingly  trying  to  think  of  a  word  judging  by  the  furrow  of  her  brows.   ❛   Chopping.   ❜   She  finally  said,  still  eyeing  the  sword.

❛   How  do  you  use  it?  Stabbing?   ❜

She hummed at the comment, the sound muffled by the sigh that escaped her lips. She did not expect Shyvana to understand it, dueling techniques were too... refined for someone like her, after all. But Fiora would gladly explain it if she had to.

“ Chopping... No. And while yes stabbing is a part of it, so is slashing. “ She said, twisting the weapon to show the sharp sides. “ Chopping is too much of a crude technique for this weapon. ” came the addition, the woman then sheathing the blade back.

“ Plenty of my apprentices would be happy to demonstrate the techniques, if you’d like to see one in action. ” She’d do it herself, but she had other matters to tend to. Besides, she did not feel Shyvana would have any interest in such forms of combat, even if polishing her brutish movements could do her some good, in the duelist’s eyes.