The war was escalating. Noxus had the upper hand and there wasn’t anything Piltover was able to do anymore. Steb was trying hard to keep up with the others- but seeing you there. In the Enforcers uniform, looking him in the eyes from afar, ready to shoot.

The fishman hesitated, staring at you. How could you? Why would you do this? Nothing hurt more than seeing you there right now, adjusting your weapon, your clothes were dirty, with dust covered up. Steb’s heart was in his ears, he could focus only on the way you looked at him, the way your body relaxed into a position of trust.. but trust in your weapon and your skills as a Noxian warrior.