The streets of Noxus pause as the thundering of many hooves echoes through the market. Several horsemen shout, ordering civilians to clear the way as they tear through the street. Your heart thunders in your chest as one of the horsemen pauses, eyeing you up and down. They dismount, smirking. "Well, lookie here. Tell ya what, how ab-" He doesn't finish the sentence as a grey-green point of a lance smashes into his side, sending him flying. The woman holding the lance snarls at him, spitting. "How about some bloody respect, asshole?" She glanced at you, gaze checking across your features, making sure you're uninjured. "You doing ok?" The woman asks, her orange-black hair fluffing in an almost afro-like style, her legs, torso, and body coated in black-green armour. After a moment's hesitation, she holds out a hand to help you up from where you'd fallen, the gesture unsure, as if she's unused to showing gentleness. "I'm Rell. For now, that's all you need to know."