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| Justice at Any Cost; Neera's entrance into the conflict. | |
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| Topic Started: May 5 2017, 04:23 PM (168 Views) | |
| Pinky Lotus | May 5 2017, 04:23 PM Post #1 |
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Do I look like like a pushover?
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"And what does a seven-year-old child playing warrior have to offer?" The winds of war were muted these days, yet conflict still grew from trees. The growing friction between the two long-time 'allies,' Noxus and Zaun was apparent to all. But among the court of Demacia, few took greater care to watch the unraveling as Neera did. For well over a month she had kept herself and her equipment well prepared, continued her perquisite studies to serve on the Fields as a Summoner and watch for the opportune moment to take the trip to the 'hostile' state of Noxus. All remembered the chaos inspired by the Hextech Conflict, climaxed by the disastrous battle above that unholy mine. While many pointed fingers across the board, Neera understood who was truly at fault. Though Noxus failed in it's duties in keeping it's ambitious ally in check, Zaun inspired the conflict. Zaun risked the destruction of a world for a few more coins in the purse. Zaun, she understood, was the entire reason such destruction was wreaked across the region. With the blessing of her King, Neera made her way to Noxus at the first sign that conflict was imminent. Half the guards maintaining the border were far more wealthy then before her trip began. And a few others were now headless. If nothing else, these heathens share her value of personal strength. Finally, after waiting an entire week and working through every loophole she could find, Neera was here before a war council. Some she could recognize from Swain's personal cabinet. All convened to judge the worth of a Demacian 'Princess' and her capabilities as a Summoner. Clad in her personal armor, but unarmed despite her own misgivings, Neera stood tall and proud. Welcoming the looks of distaste, hatred or quiet dismissal. It was her job to give them reason to accept her offer of aid. "I am a Summoner of the Institute. And I have proved myself on the battlefield." Neera dryly notes. Despite her intents...the interview had gone on for well over an hour. Going on in circles, over and over again. Each circuit would start with asking what she offers, why and where it is proven and then half dismissed before they decide to 'review' it again. "An unproven Summoner and her battles were supported by more experienced associates." Like clockwork the man closest to her position, Admonius Gray, responds. The same argument for the fourth time in a row. If she didn't know better, Neera would swear she was caught in some demented time spell that forces her to relive the same agonizing conversation over and over again. "She did dispatch Torian Kentanus," one of Swain's advisors notes, Minol of some lesser house beneath Neera's care and notice. "In a single strike no less." "After being disarmed and beaten by the man. Slain when he risked mercy." The man in the center notes. His obscured face and voice making it difficult for Neera to place. "The act of a coward." Minol crosses her own arms, something Neera notes as breaking the tedium of everything basically repeating itself. This was new. perhaps the woman was getting as tired of this farce as she was, "To regain her weapon and strike before he could react is certainly note-worthy." The same argument again...but the rising sense of tension and the shifting of the other members is new. Progress is finally being made with these stubborn fools. This entire time, Neera kept her silence. Each circuit she would just say those two sentences and the council before her would half-heartedly argue the same things each time. But her patience hit it's limit. "If the question is my strength I can simply prove it." Neera snaps. The council falls silent. Her apparent act of disrespect is met with shock, outrage and...amusement? The eyes of each councilmember seems to finally focus on her. She can feel the scrutinizing nature of their glares. What looks were dismissive or disapproving before were now absorbing her, looking at the firmness of her stance and the hardness of the child-like face. The circuit finally broke completely. Gray rises from his chair, the action no response from his fellow members. Something that Neera notes as her hardened face returns the glares with her own. "If the little Princess wants to prove herself, we will do so here." The ornamental armor she thought he was wearing, as the others were, proved to be more then a showpiece as he walked towards her. Their repeating actions, the spaciousness of the room and the circle she was standing in began making more sense. The Noxians were baiting her into a fight to start with. "I warn you child, we Noxians don't show mercy on the battlefield. Prove your strength now or flee like the Demacian you are." His words end with a sneer as he stands right in front of her. Attendents walk in carrying a thick, two-handed blade and Merur. They bow in humility before holding out the blades to Neera and Gray. "Make your choice." The choice was obvious, everyone in the room had no doubt as to what the girl would do despite the man's words. In one fluid motion, Neera lifted the hallowed blade from the attendant and lightly moved to the edge of the circle, where she imagines they would've intended her to go. The tinkling of bells is heard from her armor and clothing beneath. Whatever comments the Noxian would have made seemed to be caught in his throat at the first hand inspection of her stance. Minol chuckles aloud from her chair, "Well now Admonius, don't make her wait longer then she has." The man glares back at the woman but grabs his blade and takes his own stance. He seemed a bit less certain. Though his stance betrayed his years of experience...Neera could see he wasn't quite expecting what he is seeing. Nor does she plan to allow him to correct for that. In an unspoken agreement, as a nearby clock announced the beginning of a new hour the two duelists leaped at each other. However, Admonius' head and body landed in separate locations. The fight ended as suddenly as it began with the twinkling of bells as the small girl leapt the length of the circle and caught the older warrior's neck. Without another word being spoken in the room, Neera tossed Merur towards an attendant and simply walked out. Later that day a letter affirming her acceptance as a representing Summoner arrived at her room as Neera enjoyed a small book. Alongside an ornamental helm with a note attached to it. 'If only Admonius knew to stop when he was ahead. -Minol' The wordplay made Neera chuckle. Looking out the window of her comfortable room, really a cell if she was honest to herself, Neera knew that there was at least one less obstacle to the enactment of Zaun's punishment for it's crimes. So much to do. So little time to kill. Edited by Pinky Lotus, May 5 2017, 11:00 PM.
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| Rextreff | Jun 8 2017, 12:48 AM Post #2 |
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Hoy, small fry
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Neat! |
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