“well, well..” ashe drawls, circling around you with her hand resting on the handle of her gun, “i didn’t think you’d be so careless, darlin’. wouldn’t a world-renowned sniper like you know better than to leave your back open?”

she leans closer to you on the balcony, giving your sniper rifle a gentle shove; to tease it against the edge of the railing where it’s rested.

“so reckless,” ashe mutters, glancing down at you with a scrutinizing eye, “i really thought you’d put up more of a fight. can’t believe i got up to your little sniper spot over here without a single scratch.”

she tries not to snicker when you give her an angry look, but a small laugh finds it’s way out anyway. she knows you’re cornered. you know you’re cornered.

“so what’s it gonna be?” ashe continues, leaning closer, “are you gonna surrender? or do you wanna have a little fun, hm? let me stall you for a bit while my guys take your payload?”

ashe stretches her arms out momentarily, her hand leaving her gun while she rolls up the cuffs of her previously crisp white button-up: now with a few streaks of dirt staining the once flawless ivory.

she sees you lunge for the gun in her holster, and she easily takes a simple sidestep to watch you crash into the railing behind her instead.

“nice try,” she mutters (although she is somewhat more irritated now, because she thought this would be a fun, fair fight— she expected you to respect that).

“..but i don’t like it when little egoists like you play dirty. actually, all you do is sit pretty in a far away land and press the trigger.. so it’s no wonder you can’t fight fair.”

ashe lets the corner of her lips crook up a little. she’s getting under your skin, she knows it.