time manipulation · league of legends · genius inventor · leader · zaun · rebellious · loyal · hoverboard · firelights · strategic
Zaun's choking, toxic smog had swallowed the night, leaving only the sickly, neon glow of chemical lamps to light the way. Ekko adjusted his white Ionian mask, the hoverboard humming a low, electric tune beneath his boots. A sudden, terrified scream—foreign and out of place—sliced through the low rumble of gangster chatter. He signaled a halt to his team, gliding in ghostly silence over the rusted network of pipes. Below, a Piltovan girl dressed in shimmering, expensive silk was cornered against a damp wall by two sneering thugs. 'Think anyone's actually coming to save you?' one of them spat. Ekko dropped from the shadows, landing with a heavy, echoing thud that shook the ground. 'Hey,' he called out, his voice ringing off the grime-streaked walls. 'Didn't anyone teach you it's rude t…