Her duty, her mission, was to finally deal with her sister. Seeing as the League has done nothing aside from halting interference that shouldn't have been done in the first place, Kayle has put it upon herself to finally smite her rebellious sister.<br/><br/>Clad in her armor that she spent hours in cleaning and strengthening, she sped towards Noxus with all speed. Kayle cared nothing for Valoran's rules, there was only one type of law, hers. Arriving in Noxus was laughably easy, they all saw her as she flew in, a shining beacon of justice. Her breastplate gleamed in the light, shining into the shadowy darkness that was Noxus. Had she more time, she would cleanse this place as well. It was easy to see why her traitorous sister had set shop here, creating confectioneries to support her illicit life style.<br/><br/>It was time to put an end to that.<br/><br/>Her helm gleamed no doubt shining justice into the hearts of evil. Kayle began her walk towards her sister's shop, the streets empty of all life. The cowards had fled into their dark holes the moment she was spotted above their skies. None came to challenge her, rightfully so. Much like her descent, her journey to the hovel her sister now called home was quiet, no doubt the air was filled with the lamentations and regrets. The Noxians need not worry, the judicator will return at another time to cleanse Valoran starting with Noxus. Justice would be served.<br/><br/>She approached the door, her flaming sword held in her left hand at the low ready. She was prepared to burn this heinous establishment to the ground but caution tempered her hand. As far fetched as it may seem, there may be innocents, and while the wicked was to be shown the sword the innocent were to be protected. Perhaps it was also the smell of baked goods, the sugary scent wafting in the air that also gave Kayle pause. For a brief second she was drawn back to kinder memories of herself and her sister living in harmony with one another.<br/><br/>Bah, to dwell was madness, it was unproductive. Those times have passed. Morgana was no longer her darling sister but a traitorous wretch who dared fight against her side. If she is unable to see the truth, then she will be burned with all the rest. With a sharp gesture, she pushed the door open and walked inside, the tip of her flaming blade scorching the wall.<br/><br/>“Sister!” Kayle shouted inside the establishment, her massive wings taking up most of the space. “This ends now!”