The Exemplar

His stride held a sense of purpose and confidence he can recall having lost long ago, and he smiles despite the grim conditions for having regained it. He pauses in his walk as he faces a giant lizard and nearly scoffs before bringing the head of his lance slamming down onto it. With his martial cadence, the strike proves to be a strong one, followed quickly by several more that tear and rip its scales. Before too long the creature falls, groaning and is quickly followed by its smaller companions as red runes swirl around the Exemplars body. The man quickly converses with his summoner, and is shown the mid lane being pushed by the enemy Swain. Even with a warning of the enemy adc having recalled only recently, both know their destination. And so the crown prince sets out, quickly and easily reaching his hated enemy. He doesn't delay before hitting the butt of his lance on the ground and launching a small javelin into the air that arcs and falls straight beside the Tacticians opposite side, cutting him but more importantly setting an anchor. As the pain of the cut registers the sound of metal sliding against metal rings out, a large lance extending to stab through the body of the man as one of its hooked sides snags on the javelin and pulls the lance and the man holding it quickly into their target.

The Exemplar slams bodily into his Raven-like foe and with a sweep of his arms uses the momentum to throw him skyward. Unhooking his lance as he lands he crouches and jumps up, twirling the weapon above his head before aiming the spearpoint down into his nemesis' chest. With a loud cry of DEMACIA he shoves downward and slams Noxus' grand general into the ground with such force that the earth rises up in a crater around them. With a roar the tactician suddenly bursts in a cloud of black feathers, emerging from the confusing mass as a giant six-eyed raven. He throws forward bolts of green magic at his opponent even as ravens form from his cascading feathers and fly out around him, taking turns to peck away flesh from enemies and patch it onto their master. One bird flies behind the crown prince and caws as a beam of burning energy shoots into his back. Another flies forward as a green ball and splashes the man with wet, sticky green feathers even as tiny birds fly around, pecking and clawing at every inch of skin and armor. Undaunting, the soldier-prince yells and covers himself with a shield of light, its power summoned and maintained by his proud ancestors who watch over him as he battles the next incarnation of their eternal foe. The two trade blows and spells, Jarvan summoning his shield and piercing the hide of Swain with his lance whenever he finds the opening and Swain constantly tormenting and burning his enemy. The end is sudden and final, as a bird just returns from healing Swain and flies back out to attack the Exemplar once more, he yells and calls down his brightly glowing shield once more as he stabs his lance forward, extending it to the stip pierces entirely through the tacticians chest. With a cry Swain transforms back to human, falling to his cane and then down onto his front as his raven hops onto his back. Jarvan stands triumphant, and before he thinks to kill the bird as well it pecks the tactician's corpse twice then flies off.

With a proud smile the crown prince turns to head back to base, surprised by a sudden shout of "Heres a stench you can feel!" Turning quickly he prepares to launch a standard as crossbow bolts pierce his armor and plunge into his chest. He coughs, feeling the liquid from the cask thrown on him earlier seeping into his body from the wounds and holes in his armor, causing him to shiver and tremble as undoubtedly toxic chemicals attack him. Unknown to him these chemicals are mixed in such a way that they fight each other as much as they fight his body and cause all that much more damage. He tries to summon a lightshield but struggles, the power usually flaring in him weak and unavailable at the moment. As he throws his lance forward he cries out in pain from a bolt lodging itself in the base of his neck, tearing muscle and ligament while puncturing a vital artery.

"You're looking a little green!" The Plague Rat declares as he uses some unknown power of his to rip the toxins through the mans body violently.

With this he stops, eyes wide as he struggles to stand. He can't believe it. Its almost too much to beat the Raven and be taken out by its little Rat. He falls forward, groaning and grunting as he lands on his hands and knees, struggling to push himself back up. His arms grow numb, cold, and the armor he wears which had served to protect him for so long while he wandered barren wastes and dangerous monster filled terrains, it now tries to crush him.

"I must…not…fail…" He grunts out, breathing heavily. For he mustn't. Demacia was one of the strongest city states in Valoran. It needed a strong king. And though he was a prince he still musn't fail to protect his people, his honor, or the very values of Demacia and justice itself. His hand still reaching for the lance, the lance that has stood by him and helped him stand for his honor, justice, and integrity, he falls forward, barely nudging the weapon as the Rat walks away from his kill.