Swain Manor

((No, he's looking for him.

Though it's fine, I'm sure I can work with this now that you've got in here. Do continue.))

The assassins froze, maintaining several yards distance between the four people; their formation staggered so as to prevent a single strike from inflicting too much collateral. Each one remained silent- weapons ready and in an aggressive stance- but made no move. It was sufficient merely to lock him in this room until backup arrived. They remained still, his words meant little. Regardless of his intentions or status, the fact remained that he had entered the domain of Noxus without invitation.

The assassins moved, relocating to each of the four corners of the vast hall as the first guard divisions arrived, shielding for the mages that were to follow. Raedsel appeared from the inside of the building, blocking the way further in. Even if they were to fall, their corpses would form a wall to defend their liege. The sea of guards parted to either side of Malzahar, occupying the slots directly between the assassins to the right and left of the Raedsel. Regardless of their own prowess, neither division particularly enjoyed the presence of the necromancers, heralded by the scent of embalming chemicals; a sickening disgusting sensation that lingered in the air long before they made their appearance.

The entrance to the manor was destroyed. The grand doors pulled asunder as a massive abomination forced its way in; an amalgamation of corpses belonging to those whom had fallen. Formed of recycled units- failed attempts at early attempts of undeath that may have gone awry either purposefully or not. Hooded, cloaked in gray, the living entered as the monster halted; armored squads of more successful undead formed a wall on either side of the monstrosity - the necromancers tucked safely behind.

The board was set. Other assassins scurried about the mansion, searching for other signs of intrusion. Scouts and familiars plagued the night as the Noxian Elite made their move. A chant, the swirling of mana, fuschia in colour lined the walls; bathing them.

Merely to talk?

One does not simply get away with such a crime with so simple an excuse. The lines on either side of Malzahar staggered themselves, leaving gaps in their normally tight formations as the assassins had done earlier. The deathly loyal Raedsel and those whom had already passed feared no such threat.

The knights in gray would be the first to advance. Clad in a darker, more sinister variant of their living brethren; they had discarded the idea of defense for purely offensive stats- charging forth with heavy claymores.

The soldiers wavered as the mage division commanded their respective escorts. Their incantations slowed as concentrations wavered; the fuschian barrier spreading along the walls shimmering before stabilizing once more and resuming their spread towards the ceilings and floors. The Noxians were bathed in an eerie purple light as innumerable void portals spread their tainted maws, each one ejecting what seemed like a constant stream of the demonic critters. The first of their kin immediately pouncing onto the closest armoured soldier, a look of sheer terror in his eyes as one of the clawed appendages tore through his arm. Chain links scattered together with his crimson blood as the man screamed. A second bladed claw cut a deep gash within the man’s chest before someone reacted, a halbert being forced into the creature’s head and impaling the injured man underneath him in one smooth motion. The silenced screams reverberated in the hall for a moment that seemed to drag on for an eternity when the others began to strike, trained Noxian lines broken as fire and steel were no match for the countless voidlings. Any isolated target was quickly mowed own, some backing into the devious claws; largely just zerged down as survivors gathered into tighter groups to try and keep their casters alive.

The necromancers remained motionless, their undead minions moving to better defend their lines as the undead monstrosity advanced, the abomination slowly picking up speed when it instead froze. A fluctuating beam of light erupted from the man as the beast was torn asunder, its flesh twitching, blood bubbling and erupting from the surface. It fell to what one would assume was its knees as its maw opened; a soundless scream before the failed experiment fell forward onto the floor; misshapen organs and muscles spilling out of its sundered skin. This, evoked a reaction from the necromancers, soft whispers between one another as if this were merely another scientific experiment as others began soft chanting.

The Raedsel remained steadfast; eliminating any that approached, regardless of affiliation. Their glaives made short work of both steel and carapace; glowing an eerie shade of orange as they flew through the air. But the small squad remained at the door, never moving more than a few steps away to better dispatch their prey- or to displace the corpses of the fallen.

Reality seemed to collapse into a point of the room behind Malzahar for a split second. The distortion became visible to anyone that had been paying attention - the very air near that point seemed to be drawn into it and then abruptly expand outwards, releasing a purple streak of light that spliced reality apart just the right amount of time for Kassadin to pass through. Immediately after he had appeared, the light disappeared and the misplaced figments of reality seemed to relocate themselves in their respective positions again.

With an arcing movement of his left hand, Kassadin released a wave of purple energies that decimated a large amount of voidlings. Then, Kassadin fixated his gaze on one of the portals Malzahar had opened and extended his arm towards it with a partly open hand, as if trying to reach it. After staring at the portal for a second, Kassadin violently closed his fist. It seemed as if he were giving a mental order to the portal, commanding it to shut itself down - and the portal complied.

Malzahar! his otherworldly voice resonated loudly across the halls, followed by Kassadin's characteristic metallic breathing. I will not allow you to continue with this gratuitous display of violence. Kassadin flexed his forearm, holding his clenched fist in front of his face, pointing upwards. His nether blade burst out of his bracer accompanied by a piercing, alien-like sound. Kassadin pointed the blade at Malzahar before speaking again. Prepare yourself!, said Kassadin as he flexed his knees and sightly hunched his body forward. His blade, resting on his forearm, was ready to slice anything that may dare jumping at him.

You are not one with the Void, Malzahar. You are but a mindless puppet. Kassadin clenched his left hand, which began glowing purple. We both gazed into the Void, but your mind succumbed to it. I have defeated the Void within myself, something you will never be able to do. You are weak! Those last words echoed around the room. They sounded mighty, powerful when backed by Kassadin's otherworldly voice. Then, Kassadin pointed his left hand towards Malzahar, releasing a sphere of black and purple energies in his direction. After that, he focused on trying to contain some of the portals.

((Kat y u no post ;_;

Should we wait a little more or should me 'n' malz just duke it out?))