Leave a “Kill Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character killing yours.
The freak spider creature just HAD to get in a “disagreement” with Noxus, didn’t he?
She scowls in agitation, wincing as the motion results in stinging pain from one of the many little nicks she’s obtained from Oren’s razor wire. The nine men she had with her were similarly injured, or worse. The band was bruised and battered, to say the least.
The time spent tracking and attempting to engage Oren now neared a full fortnight. They’d find him, and start to fight, but just when it seemed they got close he’d flee. He was considerably faster than them with those legs. They had horses, but horses didn’t skitter straight up or down buildings and cliffs.
This time, they had him cornered hopefully. It seems like he’d tried to lay a false trail, instead hiding in a nearby crumbling structure. One of her group, an experienced tracker, had confirmed her sighting. She silently thanks the optical advantage the hextech lens gave her, for what must be the millionth time.
Half of the group follows the false trail, with instructions to loop around and attack the building from behind. Meanwhile, Karra and the other four lay in wait this side of the building. It was silent, but for the soft nickers of the horses, quickly reassured and quieted, and the almost-too-loud breathing of each soldier in their helm. They wait for the signal from the other half of their group.
The signal came… but not as expected. A high cry pierced the air, sharply cut off. Karra curses under her breath, already urging her mount forward as she signals the rest to follow her. They surge around the building, the ring of unsheathing weapons and thundering hooves meeting pained screams and the metallic scream of the razor wires in action.
Already, two from the secondary group lay crumpled on the ground, one of them evidently crushed by the tree-trunk-like legs, the other’s head severed cleanly from body by a loop of wire.
They join the fray, Karra leading by impaling the back of the creature’s shoulder with her spear, making sure to let go so as not to go flying off her mount. The four behind her work in pairs, coming from behind on either side with loops of rope to tie his legs. Only the one side succeeded, the other being struck and dismounted by the violent lash of his legs in response to Karra’s spear.
The spider scrambles to keep his balance, hissing in pain as he casts the razor wire towards those who were restraining his legs on the one side. He pulls against the ropes, that though strong would not last forever at the mercy of his strength.
Karra draws her shortsword, dismounting her horse mid motion and smoothly running out of it, straight at the bloody thing who was so distracted at the time. The men who’d been knocked from their horses and were just now able to get to their feet called out to warn her as the ropes snapped, sending the other two stumbling backwards.
Oren whirls to face her, all legs back under his control, just in time for her to drive her shortsword upwards, into the gut of his human half. He staggers, but it doesn’t seem to be enough to fell him. He tries to run backwards, but two of the soldiers were behind him with a rope, acting tripwire. Stumbling further and almost falling down, this gave opportunity for Karra and the remaining four to set upon him with their weapons.
The man, half beast shouts, all flailing limbs and anger, demanding why they must pursue him so and spitting colorful insults and rage. Spiderlings came from around them, but those were fended off with relative ease, determination setting in among the bloodied Noxians. Once Oren was down, they weren’t letting him get back up again.
He was pinned, held down by the survivors as Karra stood over him with her shortsword held before her. “Oren, for your crimes against Noxus you have been sentenced to death. Your execution is to be held forthwith. May you rest well with whatever gods you believe in,” Karra spits.
Grabbing a fistfull of his hair she holds his head up, impaling her blade through his throat. After, she removes his head from his body, the latter to be dragged among the remaining sodliers back to Noxus. Perhaps to be sold to Zaun for study, or to be used as materials. She didn’t know, and didn’t care. What she did care about, was how she was going to get this reeking spider blood off her damn weapons. She grumbles about it softly as she retrieves them and mounts her horse. She’d find something.
