Piercing hard on her exposed skin, her flawlesly kept robes stopped waving in the wind as the rain poured harshly down onto her body. She was trying to make contact to her summoner, but somehow something went wrong. Looking behind her she could see the worried look on Akali's face, telling her the story she couldn't and needn't to ask for. She was having the same worrisome problem.<br/><br/>The rain suddenly felt like needles made of ice, almost piercing trough her soft pale-white supple skin as she rushed herself over the cobblestone , the weather continuing to roar endlessly above her head. What would have happened out there? If the connection was broken, they were forced to wait until they could leave this war-filled place. Wondering if the enemy was having the same problem, she worried about what would happen.<br/><br/>Drenching noises as heavy cloth wavered past her she noticed the release of the minions from the nexus, At least that was working as she stepped her still bare feet onto the slippery ground. It couldn't hurt to take a look around, so she disappeared into the jungle, seeing as some already had left the safe haven.<br/><br/>Floating on her music she tried her very best to listen to what might have happened, but there was absolutely  no sign of contact, nor life around her. The occasional animal hurried along her side, escaping one of the bloodthirsty minions, but it was all she could see. At least she was glad to be alone for now, it was always hard to make herself clear to the others without the help of her summoner...<br/><br/><br/><br/>--- A few MOMENTS earlier-----<br/><br/>The night was still young but darkened by the heavy storm clouds surrounding the city. Big drops of rain were hitting the ground making it everywhere on the valoran streets wet and slippery,not that it mattered though, not many people were seen out in a storm like this, but from every inn the laughter and songs could be heard.<br/><br/>Though there were always exceptions... A tall dark clad figure hurried trough the barely lid streets, making it's way towards the institute of war, now located near one of the starting battles inside of a field of justice. There was something worrisome about the figure, as he was being followed by many dark shadow-walkers, all former fighters of the great Rune war. He seemed to know about his company as he slipped between the streets with an magical speed, his movements barely visible in the dark night.<br/><br/>A muffled noise was heard within a corner, followed up by an insane laughter as loud as the softest whisper a shadow-walker could make.<br/><br/><span style="color: SlateGray">"Can't leave any witness behind... can we?"</span>He said with a grin on his face that told a story of pure bloodlust and pleasure.<br/><br/><span style="color: DimGray">"As long as you don't violate the corpse again, you know what the sergeant said about the last time..."</span>The man that had caught the vile creature killing one of the young Valoran women, putting out her laundry sounded no more then irritated. The disappointed shadow-walker disposed himself of the beautiful girl, dumping her underneath her own laundry basket as he patted her bum with a sickening humour.<br/><br/><span style="color: SlateGray">"Too bad... She looked so fresh... hehe"</span><br/><br/>They moved away from the filled basket, a little foot still hanging out of it as they caught up with the others. A few moments away from their goal, the institute of war. Where they would leave quite the scene behind, trapping those still inside of the fields of justice...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>