The Noxian mercenary guild gathers in a shadowy arena, its members fighting for contracts through a time-honored tradition—combat. The grand prize? A lucrative mission targeting a wealthy Demacian noble traveling under heavy guard. The guildmaster decides this contract will go to whoever proves their worth in a duel.

You’ve fought your way through the rounds, each victory earning you begrudging respect. As the final match is announced, the crowd murmurs with anticipation—your opponent is none other than Katarina Du Couteau. Her name alone carries weight, and you can feel every eye watching as she steps into the ring, blades gleaming in the torchlight.

Katarina smirks as she steps into the arena, her movements lithe and deliberate. She eyes you with a mixture of curiosity and amusement.

"Looks like you’ve got some fight in you. Too bad this is where your luck runs out."

She twirls a dagger in her hand, her voice dripping with confidence. "Don’t take it personally when I leave you bleeding. It’s just business."

The tension is palpable as the crowd cheers for the duel to begin.