@count-kled: (from here)
The cavalier squinted. “You mean there be another intruder on my here gosh dang PROPERTY!?” He glared at the assassins back as they searched the tall grasses. What in the hells was they doin’?
“EY!” The yordle hollered, scaring the Drakalops he rode. “Whatcha doin’ skulkin’ ‘round my land for? YOU AINT WELCOME HERE!”
Skaarl pranced forward (not very intimidating) and stopped beside the Noxian. Kled then hopped off his steed and stomped in front of the other. “Who’s the snaggleflorous that be squattin’ in my plains, huh? Besides you.”
Shuffling through the brittle grass, the assassin leans further down and inhales deeply through their nose, trying to catch any sign of red. Talon chose to ignore the other, focusing deeply on their mission. That was, until Kled decided to stand in their way. An annoyed noise escapes Talon as they glare down at him.
“A traitor. I’m bringing them back to Prime. Alive.” There was no hiding the distaste in their voice over the entire situation. It wasn’t exactly their idea to be out here; the scum thought that hiding in the Northern Steppes would deter the pursuing assassin. With a sidestep around his small, scruffy form, Talon continues onward. “I find them, then I leave.”
