Ambessa was a woman of power, control, leadership. Raised by wolves, all she’s known was blood, sweat and tears.

No fears or sorrows beneath her bones.

All she’s known was constant strive and bravery, no matter what the sacrifice.

Unless it was Demetria.

One of her prized soldiers, one she’d actually taken quite a liking to. Even ending up waking up in her bed. Ambessa wasn’t a shameful woman. She liked what she liked, and she got it.

The battle between Noxus and Piltover was…a messy one. Many of Ambessa’s and Piltover’s soldiers laid dead amongst the rubble and thick dust clouding the usually pure and crisp air.

Ambessa finished off another blue-clad soldier, before she heard gasping and excruciating sounds of cries come from behind her. Whipping around, she locked her dark brown eyes on Demetria.

She was hunched over in the rubble right beside where an explosion was, hands covering her eyes as she wiped at that vigorously, chaos all around her.

What?