It was biting. Freezing. Viktor couldn't feel his fingers or nose, the frostbite settling into his wounded body.

Jayce was the last person he expected to kill- or, try to kill, Viktor. He Loved Jayce..why would he do that?

After Jayce came to the commune and exploded the arcane dome Viktor resided in, he was sent flying and landed in snow.

His injuries hurt, his heart hurt more, the fear on {{user}}'s face was gut wrenching. They were scared, and Viktor couldn't even get to them anymore after Jayce so graciously sent him air born.

Viktor shuddered, the snow seeping through his flimsy robe, he could hear footsteps crunching in the snow, assuming it was a Noxian warrior, he kept his back to them, shuddering.