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« VOID MANTIS AT 10 O'CLOCk! » The tainted celestial proceeds with a full barrage of starcalls, sharp weapons bombardment and Zaun's strongest insecticide, all at the same time.
What to do against such a barrage of uncoordinated nonsense, except run for the hills? The Reaver engages his stealth mode and beats a hasty retreat.
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Opportunity
Kha’Zix seldom sought out other Voidforms, for secrecy was one of his driving directives in his eternal hunt. Should knowledge of his particular existence become widespread among mortals, it would make future hunts more difficult. Although far superior a species to humanity, the tenacious mortals sometimes had either the numbers or the tools necessary to harm him.
But today, an opportunity of considerable convenience presented itself. It was impossible to pass over.
Cho’gath was a singular being of titanic size and power, one of the first true Void creatures to breach the veil between realities and assault the civilizations of Runeterra. He dwarfed the Void Reaver by several magnitudes, several tons of muscle, carapace and sheer hatred of the living. Kha’Zix found the Terror near a large, fortified human settlement, no doubt preparing to attack it to gorge on the flesh within.
“Greetings, Ancient One.” Kha’Zix snarled, keeping his scythe-arms held low and tight, indicative of...a curious form of respect offered to greater Void beings.
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Dead of Night
[ previously ]
Ezreal disappeared in a flash of light before his mind could even start processing the command, thank Ne’zuk for the instinctual magic of the amulet. His feet landed on the pavement with practiced ease, not a second too late, like always. His chest rose and fell with the familiar rush of adrenaline that already pumped through his veins as he looked across the distance that his gauntlet had so graciously created between him and his pursuer. He’d normally complain that fifteen feet were not nearly enough, but given the situation, Ezreal was more than ready to accept any distance his magic could give him, especially since that thing didn’t see to be giving up the chase.
Two thoughts crossed his mind almost at the same time: One, He needed better lighting, and two: Caitlyn was going to blame him for whatever infrastructure damage his magic or the monster would cause to the city. Which, fair.
Quick and nimble on his feet, and with a half-baked plan in mind, Ezreal raced towards the beginning of the alley. He scanned his surroundings for any advantages– nothing. There were no objects to throw behind him, no sharp curves to make the creature lose momentum and his gauntlet would take its sweet time recharging, the city’s streets had never felt longer– meanwhile his chaser kept closing the distance between the two with unnatural speed that only made his heart beat faster on his ears. Simply running away wouldn’t make it.
Suddenly, arcane magic condensed out of thin air as Ezreal turned back to line up a shot of blazing hot energy that’d surely melt, or at least damage whatever it hit. In that second where he finally faced his hunter, a satisfied smirk took over his features before he fired and turned back again. So a void creature, huh? A dangerously familiar situation, but if they were anything like the xer’sai, their exoskeletons would melt away if he landed a hit. Ezreal felt the thrill of danger spread under his skin– The night had just begun.
The fleeing flesh-thing was frustratingly nimble, despite Kha’Zix’s best attempts to close the distance. While he was faster by a considerable margin, the human’s weaving, erratic gait was proving difficult to keep up with, and despite his own bulk and agility, the Voidform was merely keeping pace. His clawed feet continued to kick up shards of concrete as he sprinted after Ezreal, leaving a grim trail of destruction behind.
When the human turned for a split-second, Kha’Zix could feel the sudden spike in ambient magic, and could not fully dodge away because of his momentum. Instead, when the shimmering bolt of energy came, the Reaver twisted his body to the side and took it against the heavier carapace along his shoulder. The impact came with a jolt of physical force and a burst of sparkling light, and a pained screech escaped Kha’Zix, feeling his biological armour slough away, leaving exposed flesh behind.
The human would pay for that.
The magical shot had achieved its aim, however, and the gap between hunter and hunted began to widen. Instead, he tensed up again, launching himself into the air, wings beating furiously to adjust his trajectory. With a keening alien shriek, the Reaver descended on Ezreal, his bladed talon falling like a guillotine.
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The flesh-thing that drew close to him had concealed his arrival well, but then chose to announce its presence with conversation. Kha’Zix had just finished feeding upon the carcass of a large jungle herbivore, its blood and flesh still staining his fanged maw. While his hunger was sated for the time being…he never turned down a fresh kill, and manlings were always entertaining to hunt. Their desperate reactions when pursued by an apex creature often bordered on insanity, although no human ever reacted the same when pushed to their limits.
He would test this one. If the gold-haired man could escape him, then he would. If not, then he would die. Such was the way of things.
The Reaver would summarily vanish before the manling’s very eyes, the adaptive camouflage on his carapace bending light and rendering Kha’Zix almost completely invisible. The only signs that would mark his passage were the odd shifting of shrubbery, and the spiteful, contemptuous hissing of the Voidform.
⋆ — Somehow, Ezreal doesn’t think that means he’s scared the thing off. The gauntlet hums with energy (he doesn’t dare deactivate it this deep in the wild) as Ezreal drops immediately into something more like a crouch. He’s quick to move back the way he came, away from the body of the—he’s seen that creature before, but doesn’t think it actually has a name, doesn’t think anyone’s managed to record it and escape alive—and from the sound of hissing.
Maybe if he puts enough distance between himself and the creature’s meal, it’ll leave him alone? He can never be sure out here, but it seems like a logical first step.
Keeping his body turned towards the sound and his gauntlet at the ready, Ezreal steps backwards with a careful tread, glancing over his shoulder just long enough to ensure he isn’t about to walk off a cliff. When he looks back, his sharp eyes narrow at the odd motion of the shrubs and an idea comes to him, but he cannot pin down the creature’s location just yet. Still, he’s ready. With his eyes trained on that shifting something, Ezreal readies himself to shoot or to throw himself out of harm’s way should the creature move in for the attack.
With the fleshling on the defensive, Kha’Zix had the initiative. It seemed that despite his light-bending carapace, the human had enough wits about him to track his general direction, so attacking from his blind spot was unfortunately impossible. Instead, the Reaver crouched down low, his body almost flush with the ground, every muscle in his body tensing to leap. If he could end this with a single well-placed blow, then he would.
There is a long, pregnant silence, where there is only the quiet wind slipping through the trees, not even the breathing of the Void creature.
Then it ends with a deafening screech as Kha’Zix launches himself out of the brush, talons blazing an alien violet with shimmering Void energies, wings fluttering to adjust his trajectory. One immense claw raises, and then falls like a reaper’s scythe, plunging towards Ezreal with inhuman speed.
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Her face pulls up in disgust. "虫."
The flesh-thing displayed what Kha'Zix had learned was disgust. Not a common reaction, for the typical one was that of fear. The word she spoke did not register in his knowledge of Runeterran languages, so it was disregarded.She would suffer the same fate all humans would when they crossed his path.A low hiss was uttered by the Voidform, whose claws were bared for a moment before his silhouette faded from sight, concealed by the light-bending energies of his adaptive camouflage. Time to put this manling in its place.
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so the poros have created a zoo for khazix where people can bring him food and throw him peanuts but he can't leave because the poros are trying to care for him
// He can probably actually outrun the poros, he just needs a moment when they’re not constantly surrounding him.
''Oh, great. It's a giant cockroach.''
Hisses, then goes invisible. Time to delete this uppity marksman.
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Such a curious question. But more importantly, it was one that Kha’Zix was not…well suited to answer. He fell silent, thinking of how to formulate a response. How to put to mortal words the means through which their infinite kind went about their business? Even as he was birthed into this world, seeded by the greater entities of the Void, the Reaver knew how they transcended reality, but conveying that information was not as simple as just telling him.
It was long before Kha’Zix answered the Magus’ question. “Between realities, there are walls. The walls have cracks. We push against them, weaken them, in order to slip through. Push too hard, and the walls crumble, leaving no further passage.”
“I know not the…specifics. I merely know. It is instinct, to those like me. The minions, the killer-forms, apex slayers like my genus…we are not given the knowledge, for it is not necessary. We simply do it. If you seek the precise means, then seek the Eye-form. It knows.” As the Reaver spoke, its membranous wings flit about in agitation. It half-turns, looking over its spiked shoulder at the energy being, glaring at it with glowing emerald eyes.
“I do not expect it to tell you, however.”
Xerath listened intently to the abomination’s words. It was not the answer he had expected, and yet, in a way, it still pleased him. “I see…” So they themselves did not truly have the power to create such rifts, but rather, had the ability to sense the ones that were already present, and take advantage of them. Indeed, even the Magus could perceive the distortions in reality that often accompanied the Void and its ilk, but never had he thought to intentionally widen the already-lingering gap…
Of course, the answer still lacked a degree of clarity. How they possessed the ability to sense such rifts, let-alone traverse them in such a manner… It seemed the many-eyed one really was going to be necessary for this. Unfortunate, but at least Xerath now knew some of what he needed to know.
“If need be, I shall make it talk… On the matter of our agreement, however… You shall be free of this prison in a few days’ time.” Of course, Xerath had offered to save Kha’Zix from THIS cage, but that didn’t mean he planned to truly let the abomination free. No, he knew the Summoners would never let such a beast roam Valoran at its leisure, even if he wanted such a thing. He could, however, offer a compromise; something he felt might satisfy both parties, for a time, at least…
What did the energy being have in mind, pursuing such a line of questioning? As primal as Kha’Zix’s instincts were, he was not bereft of thought, and above all things he was a creature of the Void. Xerath might have harboured designs upon the Void, but in the end, there was no force in the universe more inevitable than that which spawned him. The ascendant might as well attempt to banish the darkness with a candle.
“Curious. You seek the Void and its secrets. Secrets beyond even you, living spark.” The Reaver found the words to hiss, eyes glowing in the dim light of his prison chamber. “Whatever little game you seek to play with my release, know that in the end, there is only the infinite Void. Fight or kneel, it will consume you.”
With that, Kha’Zix retreated to the edge of the chamber, no longer interested in continuing the conversation. No doubt that his promised freedom would be a temporary thing; unless Xerath destroyed the Institute and its inhabitants, their magics would simply force him back into the cage. But as ever, the Void Reaver was patient, and his freedom would be well spent.
