"Spade flush."

"Royal flush"

"Straight."

"Guess those are all mine now, no?" The man smirked and said, tilting his hat ever

so gently as he swept up piles of gold.

"This is impossible!" "Yeah, you must be a cheater!" Howls of protests rose

aggressively from the tavern. " Lady Luck's simply smilin' on me. I ain't no

cheater." He smiled and said, gliding up from his chair. "So I'll be takin' my leave

now."

"Hold it right there." A huge, tanned man stomped in front of the aforementioned

winner and said, "I 'm not takin' your word for it. Boys, teach him never to lie

again!" The howls grew into roars, with armed men making a desprate tackle for

him.

"Au revoir, monsieurs*." And he vanished in a flash.

Meanwhile, a certain vanguard of Demacia was taking a nice little stroll along one

of the alleys when he saw a peculiar flash…

" Nothin' ever beats the sweet taste of victory." The man thought as he attempted to

step out of the dark alley. " Hold it right there! State your business in Demacia,

Twisted fate!"

"Oh dear, looks like the game is up…" Twisted Fate chuckled and said, "My

business? Just rearin' up a little storm."

And thus, a (pointless) fight ensured.

Finally, the vanguard fell as a card sliced his stomach, crimson splashing the

walls. He slid down, clutching his stomach. " What are going to do now? Kill me?

Like the cold-blooded ass you always are?

"No," came the laughter-filled reply, "why would I kill a fellow champion? And you

never know…" Garen raised his eyebrows.

"Je pourrais peut-être faire pivoter l'autre voie."**

*Goodbye, gentlemen

**I might just swing the other way