SI Invasion STG3: Bring unto Ruin, Walls

"Is this hell really going to blow over, Commander?"
The pathfinders were still concerned. But the first men from the other teams were coming in, just not terrified.
"Even if it isn't, soldier, We called our brothers in arms here, so we must show strength. The first ones are already arriving. Hang on, the SECOND We see further than our arm, they'll pay. Horribly."

Grouped-up Pathfinders: 42/72

Confused as to how Lux had followed Jarvan through the darkness when she had already led Jarvan away Evelynn's eyes narrow. It would be stupid to stick around if Lux with there, within the shadows she cloaks herself with dark magics, now invisible to the naked eye she quietly made her way elsewhere. No evidence that she had actually been there remained.

Mordekaiser had seen the blasts made by Lux. Oh, how he wanted to just grab her, tear her limb from limb, hear her scream, and watch her soul mercilessly kill her own brother as the Might of Demacia would implore her to stop her actions. He wanted it so badly, but he knew better than to hold his temptations down.

Each soldier that got near him died a swift yet painful death. His steel armor was not a metallic grey anymore. No... No no no, it was a crimson red. Crunch after crunch, his mace smashed men into the earth, leaving small craters with the men inside of them, only to have them rise in the name of their slayer, The Master of Metal. His shield never wavered, making him practically INVINCIBLE. When a chunk of his shield had been depleted, it would be grown back with a quick Siphon of Destruction. They cried at the blast as they fell down and came back up once more, their eyes glowing red like their master. He turned around to a group of soldiers, smiling darkly at the group. He charged his mace up with his spell Mace of Spades, before tossing his mace at the group. It hit them hard as the explosion from the contact had blasted them to the ground. Sadly though, it was hard to re-raise them... Mostly because they were mutilated chunks of flesh, and chunks of flesh couldn't fight well. Though having his mace over there and him being over here wasn't a problem. He had spikes on his knuckles after all, and there was no better time to use them than now. Now, his arms were swinging about, punching soldiers left and right with the spiked knuckles. The puncture of the spikes could be very deadly, but the sheer impact and drive of his fists would do MORE than enough to finish them off. Bodies flew left and right as he kept bringing them down one by one. Soon, soldiers began to gang up on him, swinging at his armor from all sides. All he could do was laugh loudly, the sound of his deep, dark, sinister voice ringing into their ears making them step back in fright. Lightning shot around him as metal shards swirling around him, his Creeping Death shield tearing down the soldiers, filling his shield once more. The champions could most likely hear his loud laugh of torment, followed by the screams and cries of agony in unison.

He had ran forward, knocking those out of his way, even impaling a soldier with the horn on his helmet, before tearing him in two as the blood poured every. He tossed the mangled body aside before lifting up his mace. He turned around to back hand slap a soldier, surprisingly decapitating the man. He snorted slightly before seeing the Might of Spinning Tops enter the battle ground as he cut down their ranks. He snarled, how dare he think he could go in here and swipe down the soldiers HE had raise. With a battle roar, one that Garen could here quite well, he put his mace out in front of him, ball and spikes first, and began charging forward and knocking down those who stood in his way, enemies AND allies. The loud thud of his steps and the sounds of bones crunching beneath him were audible, and Garen could probably sense that the Master of Metal was coming at him full speed ahead, ready to bash his face in with his mace.

After seeing the Widowmaker's separation attempt fail and the Prince begin to walk off, Nocturne began to make its move. The effects of the Paranoia on the city would retract as the Nightmare gathered itself before lunging towards Lux. By the time it was midway to the mage, the city would have been returned to normal. However, with the positioning of its blades and the speed of its launch, Lux would have to react quickly to avoid being impaled immediately upon Nocturne's arrival.

Legion' attention was all over the battle field. He had host fighting along side Thresh, Mordekaiser and Hecarim. It also had masses of Legionnaires combating the Demacians along side the regular troops. The hive mind watched as the paranoia was dissipating and realized its advantage in this fight was greatly dwindled, for it would only take Lux a well aimed shot to deal massive damage to it. Then Legion heard the shouts of Victus, the man that was dragged to losing his reason. It gathered the turned Brightblade's together and marched them towards Victus and the pathfinders. Their weapons drawn and ready, their eyes glowed a ghostly orange as they made their way to their destination. Victus' charge and shouts may bolster the morale of the remaining defenders, it would be in it's best interest to make that a non issue.