<div class="floatright">(http://40.media.tumblr.com/d83fac91f1553ac37bd2882d81c3cc6b/tumblr_ni9iswJGeh1ryphv0o1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Champion:</strong>Sion<br/><strong>Affiliation:</strong>Noxus<br/><strong>Role:</strong>Tank, Fighter<br/><strong>Attributes:</strong>Melee, Pusher<br/><strong>Time/Date:</strong>Mars 13, 7116 A.R.W. (After the Rune War) 10:00 AM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Jandelle<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Mentioned:</strong>N/A<br/><hr/><br/>The Noxians had established a forward operating base in Jandelle, a decisive tactical maneuver that showed the cunning of their leader and the quality of their espionage skills. The catch was that it was the cheapest, cruddiest, dirtiest hut in the whole town that still had a basement with enough room to store their cargo. In that hole sat Sion, wreathed in dozens of chains and locks, motionless as he waited, watching dust dance in what sunlight bled through the cracks, and listening to the conversation of the soldiers above him. The floor boards were weak and full of holes, making it easy for even Sion to eavesdrop from his pit. "I-I'm not sure if this is such a good idea." said one of the four disguised Noxians, his voice quivering and weak, prompting a snarl from the stoic Sion as he thought of the lad as an insult to his nation.<em>"Our orders stand, Augur. We wait until night."</em>A much more authoritative voice chided the weak one, his tone cold, calm, and serious. "It's not the plan itself I have a problem with, S-sir.  It's just . . .why'd we have to bring<em>That</em>damned thing?" The leader chuckled.<em>"What are you complaining about? Our mission is all about him. Besides, the job is all but done, we simply have to sneak him to the capital. Granted, that will be our hardest trial yet, but even then, as long as we get him inside the gates, he'll do the rest."</em>A short pause, and then a third voice spoke up, a woman's. "Are we safe with it? I heard about when they first 'unveiled' it."<em>"That many chains will hold him."</em>What a joke.  The shackles around the behemoth below will hold him only as long as his patience dictates, and the Noxians fail to realize that their role in this mission is that of guide and fodder, not keeper. The promise of them finding him a worthy fight soon is all that keeps Sion from tearing the four to pieces. The Juggernaut retreated to what thoughts he could, piecemeal memories of glorious battles all but forgotten. He could almost hear the sounds of marching, war drums thundering, and the trumpets blaring, a siren call to one who existed only for war.<br/><br/>A sound rang out in the distance, a howl that sounded more like a war horn.<em>"What in blazes was that?"</em><strong>"Horn . . ."</strong>"O-Oh god, it's awake!" Cried the weak voiced one.<strong>"March . . ."</strong><em>"Eviet, you and Kaal go scout outside, Augur, go and put a blanket over th-"</em><strong>"MAAARRRCH!!"</strong>The sounds of a roaring monster and metal creaking filled the basement, the latter getting louder and louder causing the walls of the cheap cottage to shake. "EVERYONE OUT! NOW!" Ordered the woman's voice, barely audible as dozens of chains snapped below, the broken links flying every which way. It was as if a thunder storm was brewing beneath them, rain pelting the boards as thunder rang and howled. "N-not like thi-" Augur, the feeble voice, was cut short by an arm tearing out of the floor and grabbing him by the ankle.<strong><em>"WEAK!!"</em></strong>Sion pulled the youth's leg, twisting it unnaturally as it resisted the undead's strength, a most sickening pop was heard before Augur was dragged into the shadows screaming.<em>"YOU SONUVA BITCH!"</em>The leader, Kelvarus, jumped into the hole, his sword drawn in a downward position, it's blade finding flesh. Tough, leathery, unflinching flesh. Another hand came from the dark, gripping Kelvarus by the throat.<strong>"You, Good Noxian. He, Bad. He stays, we March!"</strong>The brave Captain, even as his wind pipe slowly closed and he struggled to pry the fingers away, remained defiant.<em>"Y-you dammed fool! That isn't our war horn! It'd be the enemy's! Th-there'd be a whole army of Demacians!"</em><strong>"GOOD."</strong>Ditching the weakling's lifeless body, Sion grabbed his axe, and with a single swing took out the wall in front of him. With an axe in one hand, and a man choking to death in the other, Sion began to run towards the sounds of war, the drums that pounded like foot steps and the roaring horns!<strong>"TO WAAARRRR!!!!!"</strong>He began to pick up speed as he started his Unstoppable Onslaught down the street, trampling anyone who didn't clear the way.