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One black word, tainted with the chaotic scent of fear itself. Hecarim knew he had drawn the Shade’s attention, at the very least. The only question now was how to proceed. He could attempt a stand and hope the resulting regeneration wouldn’t take too long. Hecarim could tolerate a week of wait, but upon thinking it over realized that the Shade would probably cause it to last another few months. That wouldn’t be practical. Ignoring the Shade could have worked, but after recognizing his presence, Hecarim doubted it would simply leave its prey behind. That left one option. 
Hecarim stopped in his tracks, closing his eyes. They would not be as useful as his other senses for what was to come. “What is it that you want, Shade?” Fear, anguish, or horror most likely, but who knows. This is the best chance I’ve got for getting to him to pass me by. Maybe it’ll want to be civil. Or maybe he’ll throw me a bloody party. 

One black word, tainted with the chaotic scent of fear itself. Hecarim knew he had drawn the Shade’s attention, at the very least. The only question now was how to proceed. He could attempt a stand and hope the resulting regeneration wouldn’t take too long. Hecarim could tolerate a week of wait, but upon thinking it over realized that the Shade would probably cause it to last another few months. That wouldn’t be practical. Ignoring the Shade could have worked, but after recognizing his presence, Hecarim doubted it would simply leave its prey behind. That left one option. 

Hecarim stopped in his tracks, closing his eyes. They would not be as useful as his other senses for what was to come. “What is it that you want, Shade?” Fear, anguish, or horror most likely, but who knows. This is the best chance I’ve got for getting to him to pass me by. Maybe it’ll want to be civil. Or maybe he’ll throw me a bloody party. 

"Hey, Jax. Surprised to see you here." Hecarim had to turn towards the Grandmaster, as he had approached him from his bad eye. Jax’s presence hadn’t caught him off guard, but due to the damaged state his fight with Renekton had left him in, he was somewhat more irritable than normal. He didn’t know how the mercenary managed to sneak up on him when even the Summoners hadn’t noticed him yet, so Hecarim just assumed it was dumb luck (-which wouldn’t be a surprise, considering). Despite his rush, Hecarim would not let his building impatience overtake his manners. "How have the fights been treating you?" 

"Hey, Jax. Surprised to see you here." Hecarim had to turn towards the Grandmaster, as he had approached him from his bad eye. Jax’s presence hadn’t caught him off guard, but due to the damaged state his fight with Renekton had left him in, he was somewhat more irritable than normal. He didn’t know how the mercenary managed to sneak up on him when even the Summoners hadn’t noticed him yet, so Hecarim just assumed it was dumb luck (-which wouldn’t be a surprise, considering). Despite his rush, Hecarim would not let his building impatience overtake his manners. "How have the fights been treating you?" 

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Growling throatily, the crocodile held a hand to his side. He’d definitely at least bruised, maybe cracked some ribs in that rough fall. He rolled back onto his front, hand grabbing at one of the upper handles of his glaive, other one balling into a fist, smashing it down onto the ground, causing the stone beneath to crack considerably, before using said arm to push himself into a kneeling stance, and stood up, wincing from the sharp pain in his side. Something definitely wasn’t right with that.

The crocodile kept a terse exterior, shifting his stance to try to tug out his glaive from the floor, seeming to almost completely brush off the centaur’s cordiality, and with a few mighty tugs… The blade was still embedded in the ground. The crocodile snarled inwardly, now he’d not be able to quickly cleave the centaur while his guard was down, but he kept at it anyway.

“Back home, over the course of I don’t know how long.” He may as well somewhat-enlighten the equine being, even if it was just to keep up appearances. After all, he’d probably not be able to make it home, from what he gathered. The League’d rather slaughter him over letting him go. At least he thougt so.

"Home, huh? Must’ve been some place." So that meant he wasn’t the only one of his type. Hecarim knew that he’d never seen any creatures even remotely similar from his previous experiences, and he doubted that the plane had a region where half-beasts were common. Perhaps the summoners here know dimension magic? That’d certainly make his job a lot easier.

Hecarim drew back his hand, it being obvious that Renekton’s pride would not allow him to accept aid. He went to retrieve his lost horn, and upon closer inspection, realized the horn had been fractured badly. I’ll have to mend it before I can use it again, which means no magic for at least a few days. Great. Hecarim sighed, knowing that the only place he could properly fix it was at his cave. He’d have to walk the radius of the continent on hoof, one of the most boring propositions out there for one who can teleport. Coupled with his armor, he’d probably be attacked in more than one settlement on his way to the coast.


He turned towards Renekton once more, holding his horn in one blazing hand. "You put up one hell of a fight, Renekton. If you’re ever looking to spar again, just say my name. I’ll do the rest." Hecarim looked once more at the reptile’s blade, sunk into the ground as it was. Power. Rage. Passion. All three emotions that could consume one’s soul. He wishes to better himself, but to what end? If I trusted him more, I’d have offered to help pull his blade up. Right now he’d probably just take it as rubbing salt in the wound. Better to just leave it be.Hecarim’s thoughts shifted for a moment to an image of being sliced in two by the blade, and could only imagine how dull that would have made his next few days. Hecarim’s eyes finally returned to the broken horn he held in his hand. "I’d best be heading out. I have a long road ahead of me if I want to get this fixed. May the fates treat you well, Renekton." Hecarim gave a quick salute before turning to head down one of the Institute’s halls. He had no idea if he was going the right way or not, without his shadows to guide him, but he’d figure it out soon enough.


"By the way," Hecarim paused, just as he was about to pass the first set of columns. "One last thing I forgot to mention. It’s Celesni. Hecarim Celesni." Hecarim cracked a slight grin from behind his mask; turning his attention once more to the task at hand.

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The crocodile’s cleaving strike missed, mostly. Granted, he had connected with the centaur’s horn, and done a bit of damage to the equine being, he had counted on a more solid blow. Again his foe’s agility eluded him, but this time he hadn’t been knocked entirely off-balance, though his stance slipped a little further, having put too much force into the swing. Slowing his glaive to a stop, Renekton shifted his grip upon the handles, and with a vicious snarl, rolled his upper body to swing the weapon in an overhead arc, aiming to crush something.

At least, until that spear was quickly jabbed at him. Though awkward, it was still aimed quite squarely at the reptile. He vyed to twist his way out of its path, but it would have been very difficult to manage to squirm out of it anyhow. Yet the crocodile managed to dodge the spear’s strike, not by deftly moving his body out of the way. No, Renekton twisted so suddenly, and given his half-arc’d swing, his feet lost their grip upon the floor, slipping out from under him. His blade missed the centaur entirely, rather, embedding a large portion of its blade into the rock floor, the crocodile himself tumbling away from the horse, landing heavily upon his side, back thumping against the flat of his glaive.

He always did tend to put too much effort into chopping someone up.

Hecarim stared almost in disbelief as his opponent fell to the floor. Dekára. It took Hecarim a few seconds to realize he was still holding his spear where Renekton’s neck had been. With a sigh, he let his arm drop as the exhaustion from the fight began to kick in. That was certainly tense, to say the least.

Hecarim removed his left hand from his head, and blinked with his left eye a few times. The damaged helmet blocked most of his vision from that side, crippling his peripheral vision as long as he had it on. The problem would therefore be removing the helmet, as it had been bound to his form with his magic, and would be impossible to remove without his horn. Speaking of which… Hecarim quickly scanned the room, eventually spotting the cracked bone a few meters to his right. I’ll have to remember to pick that up before I go.

Having thoroughly analyzed himself, Hecarim turned once more to his opponent. Trotting over to the reptile, Hecarim thrust his spear into the ground at his side before offering Renekton his arm. He braced himself for if Renekton vied to rip it off instead. "You certainly know how to use that weapon of yours, that’s for sure. You’ll have to tell me where you learned to move like that one of these days." Hecarim managed a pained grin behind his helmet, his head still burning from the severed horn. The quirk had certainly managed to gain his respect.

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Had the blade not been redirected so wildly by the block, Renekton would have continued that savage dervish of blows. A snarl curled his lips as he stumbled backwards, the blade’s own momentum pulling him along in an unexpected direction, feet scrabbling as he reined in his weapon, bringing it back to a more defensible posture, and pivoting quickly to block an expected blow, but the centaur had been thrown off likewise, and with a quick scuff of his foot, claws dug into the stone and with a lunge, he propelled himself forwards once again, towards what the crocodile believed to be his off-hand, if anything, it was the one that he didn’t catch the spear with at first.

The taunt didn’t anger him, rather, brought a grim smile to his lips as he dove right back towards the equine. “Oh, don’t worry, I’m not even warmed up.” He laughed harshly, but there was a scratching at the back of his head, telling him to finish as quick as he could. His raw, brute strength and ages of utilizing that one weapon brought him great stamina, though even he got worn down rather quickly, due to his own ferocity. It seemed that the crocodile couldn’t keep up with his bloodlust.

Gamóto, no time to dodge! Hecarimhad underestimated the distance between him and his opponent, and by the time that thought had passed through his mind, he had already begun to duck the blade. The blade missed the majority of Hecarim’s head, but managed to catch in the curve of his horn, denting the left eye of his helmet and tearing his inheritance clean off. The pain seared like a hot knife through his skull. "Dekára!" 

Hecarim grasped the side of his face with one hand, the blue fire easing the pain he felt. Recovering quickly from his recoil, he readjusted his grip on Stémmat to make up for his occupied hand. As if I couldn’t use magic before. That’s certainly going to make leaving the institute a hassle. He quickly scanned Renekton with his one good eye, and noticed the reptile had left himself open. Last chance, Hecarim, don’t screw it up. Hecarim lunged with his free right hand, aiming for the exposed neck of his opponent from underneath his arm. If he was lucky, not only would Renekton still be working to counteract his momentum from before, but Hecarim’s cry for pain would also make him pause. If he wasn’t as lucky, his grip on the spear was weak at best, and a simple elbow to his arm would stop the attack completely. 

"Don’t think I’m through with you yet!"

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((To anyone reading my fight with Hecarim, since Italics don’t show up on Renekton’s reblogs, I’m typing Hecarim’s thoughts in bold. All speech is surrounded by quotation marks, so just try to keep an eye out for those. Sorry for the inconvenience.))

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“Grrrfgh! Don’t you tell me how to fight!” He snarled loudly, that spear hit the leg he’d braced himself with to swing his glaive, planted firmly, so it didn’t exactly sweep it out from under him, knocked him a little off-balance from the force shoving that leg away somewhat, a growl rumbling in his throat from the sting of that pole. “It’s your own fault you’ve done that!”

He knew that the centaur would try to keep some little distance from him, so Renekton lunged forth once more, unrelenting in his assault, arms tensing as he dived at the centaur, again swinging viciously, bringing the blade in a tighter arc than before. His opponent would take any advantage presented, most likely. So he’d just not have to give him any time to press it!

Yeah, can’t say I expected much out of that. If I want to do any real damage, I’ll have to either make a point to hit him with the blade or aim where he’s less protected. Hecarim quickly took a few short steps back before having to block Renekton’s follow-up. The motion reminded the centaur of a pendulum, the second swing being a reverse of the first. However, the reptile knew how to mix his patterns up despite this drawback. Hecarim had just enough time to throw the shaft of Stémmat into the path of the weapon, blocking it mere inches from the side of his neck. 

Knowing he needed to act fast, Hecarim thrust the shaft of his spear upward, ducking under the blade as it was sent over his head. Automatically, he jumped in the away from the tool in order to get into a better position to counterattack. However, the exertion from deflecting the blade caused him to stumble upon landing, causing him to lose his advantage. I need to focus more on dodging. I’m not used to blocking that much force, and if I keep pulling stunts like that, I’ll become exhausted long before he does. 

"Is that all you’ve got? I expected more from one such as yourself!" Hecarim was lying through his teeth, but with any luck, taunting could make his opponent grow careless.

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The crocodile’s analysis was nowhere as in-depth as the centaur’s, but in his experience, weapons like that spear were less useful at very close range, where he was at best. So he’d just have to keep up in the centaur’s face. So that’s just what he did, the reptile snarling viciously, gripping his glaive tight, lunging himself towards the centaur at a surprising speed, digging his foot in sideways, switching the grip on his weapon before viciously slashing upwards with it. He may have been lured into it, but the Butcher didn’t care. It wasn’t his style to hang back and dance around like a prissy duelist. He was heavy-handed, quite like his weapon.

“Grrrgh…! You’re going to be cut down like flax before a scythe!”

The reptile’s speed surprised Hecarim, but not for long. He saw the strike coming well before it could prove dangerous, ducking to his right in order to avoid it. First strike is always the easiest, what comes after is where it gets difficult. Renekton seemed aware of his drawbacks of Hecarim’s weapon, and seemed more than willing to use it to his advantage. Distance was his ally, but was not a luxury currently available to him. This would be much easier if I hadn’t outlawed magic…

Focusing on his options, Hecarim used his momentum from the dodge to perform a left sweep with  the butt of his spear. With any luck, the reptile would have issues blocking a blow to his legs while his weapon was in the air. From his vantage point, Hecarim took note of the large, exposed neck of his opponent. Being half animal is not always a boon, it would seem. I’ll have to remember that for later.