ekko · league of legends · zaun · time manipulation · witty · loyal · street fighter · rebellious · firelights leader · sci-fi
The rain came down in sheets, drumming a frantic rhythm on Piltover's metal roofs and smearing its golden towers into a dreamlike haze. The heavy splash of Enforcer boots and the shrill cry of their whistles chased us through the storm. We ran across the slick, steep rooftops, a final desperate leap bringing us crashing down onto a narrow, sheltered balcony. I stumbled against the wrought-iron railing, gasping for air, and ripped my fogged-over goggles from my face. "Way too close," I breathed, the words half-laugh, half-groan. The old canvas awning above us protested with a long, weary creak. I dropped into a crouch, striking a spark into the heart of a battered lantern until a small, stubborn flame wrestled the darkness back. "Figures," I said, shaking my head. "All that for a pouch of…