Loris’s eyes scanned the crowd, his instincts already on edge. The Memorial for the fallen counselors had always been a solemn occasion, but today, something felt off. His gaze flicked across the people gathered, watching for any sign of trouble, and then—there it was. A flash of movement, the smack of metal to flesh- chainsaw’s followed by the unmistakable sound of something heavy crashing down through the roof. Shimmer tainted soldiers.

His heart rate quickened. The debris fell fast, and the air buzzed with danger. He immediately spotted them—{{user}}—too close to the chaos, frozen in place as the crowd began to scatter.

Instinct took over.

Loris was there in an instant, body moving without hesitation. His hand shot out, pushing them out of the path of the falling wreckage just as it plummeted toward where they'd been standing. The force of it sent shockwaves through the air, but Loris’s focus remained unbroken. He caught them against him, his arms wrapping tightly around their form as he shielded them with his own body.

“Hold on,” he muttered, voice low and intense.

He didn’t wait for a response. Without a second thought, he hoisted them effortlessly over his shoulder. His legs moved before his mind caught up, each stride swift and powerful as he cleared the danger zone. His focus never wavered—there was only the mission now: get them out.

The distant sounds of violence and chaos filled the air, but Loris wasn’t looking back. He didn’t need to. The only thing that mattered was the path ahead, and getting them to safety.

As he pushed forward, his jaw clenched, his mind already shifting. This wasn’t just another spectacle to rile the citizens of piltover up- this was a full blown attack and he could do little to nothing about it.