Without the League's summoners present, there was no restriction on Kayle's powers. Outside of the League, only self control kept her from cleansing this world. Of course, if she was truthful with herself, the people of Valoran were not terrible. They were tolerable. Most of her time was spent in the Leagues negotiating with the lead summoner. That and plotting means of which to bring justice to her home.<br/><br/>Not to mention training. Justice will not come to the lazy or the weak, it must be brought by those with strong hearts and strong minds. To think that their sister was wasting her time cooking confectioneries to be sold for a profit. Blasphemy! Her sister was supposed to be training, preparing for their next epic battle that would decide her fate.<br/><br/>It was with these highly honed and affronted senses that Kayle spotted the Deceiver. Immediately she swung her blade, intending to cleave the offending spell caster in twain. “You Dare! Meet Your RECKONING.”<br/><br/>At some point, she had started to speak in caps.<br/><br/>Perhaps it was the righteous rage that had swelled in her heart as the Deceiver appeared, throwing out her magic. This mortal would dare use magic against her? Much like the summoners, the people of this world presume too much. She who had fought a war for a millennium, she who had marshaled thousands, SHE who--<br/><br/>Her powerful wings flapped once, twice, as she moved to dodge the ethereal chains. Kayle knew all too well the power that was contained in their and their ability to silence those caught by them. The dust was caught up, blowing into the air, flaming the fires. While she had wanted to focus upon her devious sister, the Deceiver took priority. Once she got rid of the interloper, then she can focus on her sister.<br/><br/>She slipped by the chains, darting towards the image. Now, she knew that the Deceiver had a clone, and that the clone would be somewhere close. Knowing this, she accelerated her movement, and continued to light the general area on fire. She'd simply smoke the real Leblanc out.<br/><br/>It was during this course of setting everything and anything ablaze, did Kayle manage to catch the third figure. The real Leblanc, just before her chains shot out and wrapped around Kayle' armored arm. She tried to dart back, a spell on her lips, then the second and the third flew out and around her. Her massive white wings flared outward, beating hard, raising her up a foot before she stopped moving completely, snared. Weighted down, for the first time her feet touched the dirty floor.