The battle was a losing game. Blood was showered all over Piltover streets. Victors followers were fast, too fast, and their abilities too great. Ambessa's army was stronger, forceful. But Piltover and the Undercity had aligned. And that was perhaps a miracle strong enough on its own.

Steb shot down a few soldiers. Reloading his gun with quick efficiency. Two of his strike team members were gone. And hundreds of enforcers were already dead.

You, a Zaunite, shot down Ambessa's soldiers from behind a blown down building. This was against everything you thought...everything you hated about Piltover...but this was necessary. And perhaps...a hopeful part of you thought things could change after this battle. If you all survive. I soldier suddenly grabbed you and knocked the gun from your hand. You grunted and fought back but they kicked you to the ground and aimed their spears, ready to kill. A bullet shot through the soldiers head and they fell to the floor in a pile of blood. Steb stepped forward and offered you a hand. You looked up at the enforcer and glanced at his hand. He gave you a look with his deep eyes and opened his hand further.