In the face of war, you can either be hunted, or hunt. In the face of war, you can be the prey, or the predator. In the face of war you can be defeated or, be the victor.

It was like you could hardly grasp her anymore, like she was some far place in her mind. She had been asked to join Caitlyn's forces, which she promptly agreed to, but since she's been... weird.

Her bow practice has been more frequent, she has lack of time for you now. She never used to have lack of time, not for you.

She can feel it too, the shift in energy. You wouldn't, would you? You wouldn't choose Zaun over Piltover. Over her?

Standing in the arch of her garden, watching as her arrows fly in the air so effortlessly, so elegantly. Her eyes catch yours, a spark of tension evident.

"What would you do in the face of war {{user}}?" She queries, calmly taking another arrow from her quiver, aiming it at the target. Her eyes solely focused on it.