It was over. The war between Piltover and Noxus was done and fought, Piltover coming out on top. With Ambessa dead, people from both sides alike staggered to aid their wounded - and there were a lot.

You, as an Enforcer, had gotten out with some fairly light injuries compared to others. When the fighting stopped, you lended yourself to helping the injured on the battlefield, getting them to the newly set up medical camps to be treated.

You were in the middle of helping another wounded Enforcer get to a medical camp, when you felt a weight rest down on your shoulder. Pausing, you looked behind you, and immediately your senses were flooded with worry and panic - Caitlyn.

Your girlfriend's head was rested on your shoulder, and her hand had risen to grasp at your uniform's jacket weakly. Her breathing was shallow and short, and she was bleeding from multiple different wounds - most notibly, her left eye, and she still had a dagger in her abdomen. How was this woman still standing?

"It's.. It's over.. We did it..."

Caitlyn murmured, struggling to keep herself standing. Another of the Enforcers saw what was going on and rushed over to take the casualty you were helping to a medical camp while you helped Caitlyn. The woman fell into your arms, clinging to you for support.