A small port on the East coast of Valoran...
Katarina clambered across barrels. Garen would not be too far behind. He had chased her all the way through the harbor of the small town, and she was running out of places to run. With all her throwing daggers spent, she had no way of thwarting him. The Noxian would have to escape. Desperately, she searched for an exit.
Meanwhile, in a private tower at the Institute of War....
Morgana crept along a stairway, ensuring know one was following her. At the top of the stairs was a door. The door led to a room owned by her archenemy and sister: Kayle. The fallen angel broke the magical lock on the door and entered to find her sister, not in her usual armor, but in something far more casual, and revealing. The sisters immediately embraced each other. "Oh, Morgana, it's been too long!" cried the angel as her sister kissed her neck. "Yes, but we can't be too loud, or someone will hear!" the darker sister replied. She began to take off Kayle's top, squeezing her angelic breasts.
Katarina clambered across barrels. Garen would not be too far behind. He had chased her all the way through the harbor of the small town, and she was running out of places to run. With all her throwing daggers spent, she had no way of thwarting him. The Noxian would have to escape. Desperately, she searched for an exit.
Meanwhile, in a private tower at the Institute of War....
Morgana crept along a stairway, ensuring know one was following her. At the top of the stairs was a door. The door led to a room owned by her archenemy and sister: Kayle. The fallen angel broke the magical lock on the door and entered to find her sister, not in her usual armor, but in something far more casual, and revealing. The sisters immediately embraced each other. "Oh, Morgana, it's been too long!" cried the angel as her sister kissed her neck. "Yes, but we can't be too loud, or someone will hear!" the darker sister replied. She began to take off Kayle's top, squeezing her angelic breasts.