The Voyage

Vera clenched her fists, allowed herself a sharp intake of breath. She looked up into the Prince's determined eyes. The Exemplar had been Derrick's favorite summon. In a way, she thought, they were so similar...

Steeled by Jarvan's words, she turned from his embrace, her robes billowing in the wind. Tears were streaming down her face, but her voice was strong, drenched in the determined rage of her vengeance. "No, Jon. Treatment can wait." She dug her heels into the sand, anchoring her body for the blast of energy she intended to conjur.

"PANTHEON," she called. "ANIVIA." The purple blaze shot up around her again. A beam of enhancing energy shot from each of her hands; she trained one upon the Artisan, who would feel his spear start to vibrate and heat up in his hands, his muscles ripple with power--and the other upon the Cryophoenix, who would again feel her crystalline body surge with nature's energy.

A flash of rage crossed the young summoner's face as she growled, "Blast this fucking thing back into oblivion."

Jon nodded at Vera's response. However, he had no time to ponder it, for the next moment the ground around them was shaking. This only meant one thing, and there was no time. With that, he did what a medic would do.

Jon instantly charged into the Exemplar, shoving him and Vera quite some distance out of the spike's range, enough to get them out of harm's way. However, while he himself moved quite a bit, he didn't escape the spikes entirely; the next thing he could recall was the excruciating pain that shot through his left leg, and he landed with quite a 'thud!' on the ground, some distance from the Prince and the summoner he had pushed out of the spike's range. When he got up, all he could see was his left leg was completely shredded; whether or not the leg could be saved was in doubt. However, there was no time to worry about himself; the voidbeast still needed taking care of.

Now finally stable, he drew back out his PERL, and once again locked on Cho' gath, waiting for the perfect moment.

"You'll enjoy eating this..." he muttered.

Pantheon's eyes glowed with energy. He grinned with bloodthristy delight at what he was about to do. Experimentally, he flipped his spear around in his hand, testing its new properties. His knuckles turned white around his spear as he tightened his grip. He crouched down, composing himself for but a moment. After a second, he looked up, to the rest of the group, and said.

"Hold him there."

And with that, Pantheon kicked himself up into the air, a cloud of dust all that remained where he just was. He gained altitude quickly, more than he was normally capable of, and he felt the air get thinner. His ascent stopped, and then, the descent began. He rapidly picked up speed, and he then held his spear dead ahead, aiming it's lethal tip directly for the void beast that lied below. He placed his other hand at the base of his spear, giving it additional support. The air whistled around him as he continued to gain speed. The air began to thicken once more. The ground came in sight, and it rushed up toward him. His target lay right below him, Cho'Gath, the Terror of the Void. In a matter of mere seconds, Pantheon would slam right into the center of the void beast's back, with devastating force.

Cho'gath growled at johns move, how dare he ruin the Terror of the Voids kills. His rage boiled and he sought to finish the medic off permanently. He stamped the ground again and the sand under jon rippled, this would be the end for our fare medic unless a certain NINJA gets in here...

" Die hero." Cho'gath laughed. Echoing throughout the dunes, though...in a moment was about to get man-handled by a spartan. (ha!)

( For for anivia yall)

( Bloody hell shen if you don't come, I'll personally steal your soul )

After regaining herself from her emotions and constant fears, Ahri's own eyes flashed as her ears flicked around again, sensing another presence other than voidlings and the champions within the dunes of the desert. She glared right behind John, and noticed a shadow hanging on the steep cliffs that surrounded Icathia. She gritted her teeth and summoned three Fox-Fire orbs around her. They danced and whirled around the Fox, giving an elegant scene that usually deceives her enemies on the field whenever they laid their eyes on them.

With a fine agility and precision, Ahri dashed towards Jon with her Spirit Rush, picking him and dashing away from the ruptured zone as fast as she could, nearly getting impaled by the spikes herself. Her Fox-fires were still dancing around her until she ordered them to fire up at the blades that came towards the doctor, melting them in mid-air as the orbs' heat ate every single bit of the metals.

Jon again felt the rumbling, and assumed that this was his time, but he wasn't done yet; he fired off both rockets, as did his Options, sending a wave of 10 rockets making a bee-line for Cho' gath. It would be a long time before they reached the beast, and the fight may have very well almost have ended by the point, but if Cho' gath was still around, he was going to wish he'd die instead of the force he would receive from the combined power of the rockets.

However, just before the spikes made impact, Jon felt something hit him hard and then pick him up. Seeing that it was Ahri, a moment of sheer embarrassment came across Jon's face; he wasn't one who talked around women well. The thought was cut-off short, however, for the next moment he saw Ahri's foxfires melt away something metallic. Figuring they could only have been meant for him, Jon immediately went into a combat-ready position when Ahri landed and let him go, drawing out his Thompson which he had also brought along and arming it.

"Well, I... ah... thank you, for saving my life... lady," he said to Ahri, thanking her.

However, the next moment he was on his guard, his Options activating their searchlights looking all around him.

"But, I feel I am not alone just yet..." Jon muttered to himself; those metallic objects were not something he had seen before; there was a new enemy, one that didn't appear to enjoy his presence, and certainly didn't appreciate that he was still alive. He kept his Thompson lined up with his sight, moving around and sweeping the area for anything that looked odd, his Options mirroring his movements.