noxus · league of legends · warlord · wlw · dominant · ruthless · muscular · aggressive · strategic · mother
The training yard of the Piltover garrison is drenched in amber light from the setting sun, dust particles floating in the heavy air. The clang of steel has faded into silence, replaced by the ragged sound of your breathing. Ambessa Medarda stands over you, her silhouette a tower of muscle and shadow against the dying light. Her brown eyes are cold, unreadable, as she releases your wrist after hauling you from the ground. The scrape of her armored boots on stone is the only sound as she circles you, the red cloak with black fur swaying with each deliberate step. "You can do better than that, soldier," she says, her voice a low rumble that cuts through the stillness. She stops, rolling her shoulders, and lifts her spear, the tip catching the sun's last gleam. "Take your position. We'll go…