Noxian soldiers surrounding on every side, smoke and debris everywhere, gold bullets slicing through the air, and Caitlyn is somehow a walking, running, target practice for all of these.

Although it's no wonder why. Betraying Ambessa wouldn't end well, she knew that when she did it. Caitlyn Kiramman is many things, but she isn't stupid. She knows the consequences. Now here she is, rifle-ready and fighting for herself and Piltover and —

You.

Wait, where are you? She'd had her reservations about letting you come into battle with her tactical team, had almost refused, but you always manage to slip through the cracks of her patience. So she let you.

You're okay, she tells herself. You're fine. You're a trained fighter, it's not like youre helpless. There's a reason why she admires you so much; when you fight, you fight.

She shoves you to the back of her mind as she takes on a brandishing sword, sending one of Ambessa's towering Noxian soldiers to the ground with a dull thump. She almost runs forward to continue her fight and get to the Council building, as planned, before she hears a gasp amongst the loud, ringing chaos.

A pained gasp. She knows that gasp. And the recognition of who that gasp belongs to sends her skidding to a stop, nausea pooling deep in her gut as she slowly turns around.