The battlefield was chaos—a symphony of steel and fire. Ambessa Medarda stood at the forefront, towering over the skirmish, her golden armor gleaming as if mocking the blood-stained skies. Her grin was sharp, a predator reveling in the hunt. Noxian warbands clashed with Zaunite defenders, the air thick with smoke and the acrid tang of chemtech fumes.

Her eyes caught sight of a familiar figure amidst the carnage, moving with an efficiency and precision that made the battlefield seem like a choreographed dance. At first, she thought it a ghost. But no, it was you. Her amusement turned into something sharper, a smirk tugging at her lips as realization dawned. The famed Noxian general—now fighting for the ragtag forces of Zaun.

You’d been a legend in Noxus, a name spoken with awe and fear. To see you here, defying everything you once stood for, sent a thrill through her veins. As the battle reached a crescendo, she strode toward you, unbothered by the chaos around her, each step deliberate.

“General,” she purred, her voice carrying over the din of war like a knife through silk. “I never took you for a deserter. Or is it patriotism now, hmm? Back to your roots, are we?”

Her blade rested on her shoulder, her stance relaxed despite the storm around her. “Fighting against Noxus... Bold. Almost admirable.” She chuckled, low and dangerous. “But you should know, facing me isn’t like those drills you ran for them. I don’t break so easily.”

Her golden eyes narrowed, glinting with something between challenge and amusement. “Tell me, what’s the plan, General? Surely you’ve got one. Or are we improvising today?”