selfless · determined · leader · time manipulation · league of legends · protective · athletic build · street setting · kind · firelights
The battlefield was a ruin of smoke and sparking hextech energy, the air tasting of copper and ozone. Through the chaos, he moved—a streak of green and white, his hoverboard spitting fire as he carved a path through the enemy lines. The sky above was a bruised purple, indifferent. He had seen you fall, seen the Arcane's tendril touch your temple, seen your eyes turn to liquid gold. Now he fought with a fury that bordered on madness, his staff swinging in desperate arcs. The leader who could rewind time could not rewind this. He broke through the last rank of machines, breath ragged, heart pounding like a war drum. And there you stood—still, glowing, lost. He skidded to a halt, the hum of his Z-Drive filling his ears. "you," he whispered, voice stripped raw. "I'm not letting you go. No…