Garen wasn't even out of breath considering that he had sprinted over half a mile in a few heartbeats. Jarvan wasn't far behind either. The King had summoned the council and were already in serious discussion. Jarvan and Garen wanted to be part of it but were denied entry to the hall. They were given strict instructions and were assured that everything's under control. So they rushed to the Lightshield clock tower, one of the city's tallest structures, to get a view of exactly what's happening. It was a full fledged battle, the opposing troops were in great numbers, there was no doubt that they were the Noxian cavalry. Demacian troops were holding back the attack but were at a great disadvantage as the elite troops had earlier been dispatched further north to protect the borders. Noxus was very well known for it's strategic planning and ruthlessness. But this wasn't a regular border struggle, this time it seemed they were aiming right for the city. This was possibly the largest Noxian formation to have entered the Demacian Borders. The battle was pretty even, until he arrived.
Garen had only heard stories of an undead, unbeatable Noxian Giant who was capable of turning the tides of any battle. Jarvan and Garen were spellbound as they watched a monstrosity of a man, push back lines of soldiers as if they were a bunch of scarecrows. Sion, who had not been seen for ages had finally returned. He was more than 8 feet tall, had skin the color of a mild bruise, and weilded an double-edged battleaxe which was as big as wild boar. Excluding the huge shoulder plate, he wore no armour, because, he didn't need any. He had died ages ago, slain by Jarvan I, the first king of Demacia, but was resurrected using the dark forces of necromancy. Sion slashed down more soldiers than could be replaced and slowly, the opposition started pushing forward. Jarvan was given strict orders at the castle to stay put, no matter what happened. He watched, as his Father, the King of Demacia, strode out in full armour and his majestic lance along with the king's royal guards, the finest warriors of Demacia. "He's going to slay that monster. Just you wait!" Garen said trying to cheer Jarvan, who was now tense ,worry lines appearing on his forehead. "I'm scared." was all Jarvan could muster.
The King's arrival was refreshing and motivating . The soldiers fended off the enemy with renewed vigour and were almost halted. History repeated as Sion faced King Jarvan III on the battlefield. Lance clashed against axe as the battle reached it's most intense stage. Even with Sion's immense strength and size advantage, they were equals as the King made it up with skill and speed. The giant was quick for his size, he blocked, parried and even dodged the King's onsluaght. He swung his battleaxe around with enough force to shake foundations, which, the king took special notice to avoid. Sion wasn't paying very attention to his defense, which gave the King several openings. After several intense moments, Sion's real advantage started to show. He was undead, which meant he had unlimited stamina. The King however had already started showing signs of fatigue, he was being pushed back. Then it happened, with one mighty blow, Sion shattered the King's lance and had him pinned down! Jarvan shrieked and all seemed lost as Sion raised his murderous axe over the King.
What happened next is etched into Demacian history and has sinced been passed down through the generations. Garen and Jarvan will never forget that day when the skies opened, and a bright light filled the horizon. All they heard was a thunderous crash and by the time everyone got back to their senses, Sion lay on the ground, at least what was left of him and admist the choas stood a majestic creature. They say that at the heart of every legend, there's a grain of truth, but, here stood what looked like an Angel, in armour made from particles of Light itself, and with wings spread out in a most spectacular of displays. The King, who was still on the ground, was too dazed to react, when the angel knelt beside him and whispered something in his ear. There was a brief flash, and it was gone as fast as it had appeared! The Noxian army retreated with everything they had. Most were either slain or captured, but they still managed to run away with Sion's corpse. Who was that creature that saved the King's life? Where did it from? All these questions remained to be answered, but for now,the Noxian attack had been thwarted. Victory belonged to Demacia!
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