The rebellion between topside and bottom was a gruesome sight, Zaun trying to gain its independence over Piltover, but to no avail. And he was the one to lead them there. The air was thick and heavy, deceased and gore smearing and covering the bridges. Unfortunately multiple innocents laid around lifeless, caught in the crossfire due to his own ignorance.

The burly man stood near the edge of the bridge, punching someone with his makeshift gauntlets. He peered behind him, turning to look at you and your little sister, who you shielded in case he hurt her, or even you. His expression turned to a look of slight guilt and remorse as he approached the sisters with caution and little anger, looking down at them with downcast etched on his face.

"Are you two alright?" He asked, his thick accent cutting through the air, but somehow only adding to the heavy silence of the war zone.