continued from here / @ouhei
The man-child grins at her, spins his scythe, calls her a Noxian, so when he charges at her, she meets him with her fists raised. The metal of his blade clangs against the metal of her gauntlet and Shyvana pushes up, shoves at him. No mercy, he’d said, but it is Shyvana that wants to howl those words back at him. Already she feels the fire in her heart bubbling in her veins, running like molten lava through her body. Magic, tightly bound within her, pulses as if it wants to escape. She does not breathe fire, but she widens her stance and brings her weapons up again, an unspoken challenge: Come!
Do not beg for mercy later, stupid fool of a boy, I am a dragon and dragons know no mercy.
She may have promised Jarvan not to attack without provocation, but the boy had attacked first. And Shyvana...Shyvana is going to enjoy this.
