Pushing her large blue and top hat out of the way for just a moment, Caitlyn knelt down on one knee inside of the brush. This was certainly odd, there were no minions even though the minute fifty-five mark had passed. There was no announcement, no other champions in sight, no nothing! Her eyes scanned the area, seeing nothing but untouched terrain. Hell, for all she knew, the jungle camps were no where to be seen. Throwing out a few of her traps, just to be safe, she placed one in tri-bush and in the river bush before she resumed scanning the bot lane. Was everyone else having that much trouble summoning?
What the hell is going on?
The thought came as she stood up in the bush, her rifle at the ready. Taking just a moment to fix her skirt, Caitlyn ran back to the tower. Something was seriously wrong here. Three minutes had passed, and still nothing. The traps were still unsprung, and all Caitlyn could hear was the sound of the rushing water of the river. It was more of a stream if anything, but. .Shaking her head, Caitlyn tried to focus. If no one was here, and there were no minions, how in the hell was she going to get out of this place!
The summoner frowned. He wasn't super experienced at the game, but he also knew better to know that something was up. Caitlyn was the one champion he played fairly well, and he took a moment to glance around. He was alone. At first, he just assumed that the other summoners were running a bit late or something, now, he figured something was seriously wrong. He didn't see any of the elements that he'd normally see given these circumstances. Instead, it just seemed like it was his champion on the Fields of Justice. Alone.<|im_end|>
As Caitlyn and her Summoner were beginning to suspect, something very wrong was happening in the Rift today. One of the high-ranking Summoners of the League had gone rogue last week and today, in this match, he would begin to carve his name across the Fields of Justice. Today would be the first match in which she struck out at the lovely ladies of the League of Legends - the powerful women who had captured her imagination and touched her deepest fantasies. She wanted them, but she knew that she could never have them. It was because of this obsession that she went rogue. Because of this deep obsession with the League's female champions, she decided to take them in the only way that she knew how; by using the champions themselves against one another. By using the Champions of the League of Legends, she could best the objects of her desires in the Fields of Justice and use those champions as tools to vent her sexual frustrations.
Of course, the Institute of War would never allow something like this to happen, so it was necessary for her to take matters into her own hands. She had asked around, spread rumors, and followed leads to the Summoner that was now controlling Caitlyn. He was an easy mark - a novice with limited skills. Against her, he stood no chance, and Caitlyn was his favorite champion. She had hoped that he would bring the Sheriff of Piltover to the match, and her luck had paid out.
Using an unawares messenger to mediate between them, this rogue Summoner arranged this match with her opponent. It was entirely unsanctioned. The Institute knew nothing of it, and so there would be no minions to aid Caitlyn. There would be no other champions to come to her rescue. The only beings in the Rift today would be Caitlyn and her opponent,Jinx, the Loose Cannon.
Jinx had been carefully picked for this match. The Summoner knew that she would need to make sure that her chosen champion would not reveal her identity to the institute following this match, lest she face harsh punishment. Jinx was perfect for this. She enjoyed chaos and mayhem. She also was not very fond of the Sheriff of Piltover. Jinx would keep the Summoner's secret. Of that, she was sure.
"I see that you made it to the party, Hat Lady!" Jinx shouted when she spotted Caitlyn hiding beneath the safety of her tower. Jinx, herself, was standing just outside of the tower's range, close to the safety of the lane brush just beyond the tower's firing range. Pow-Pow was in her hands, ready for action. Strangely, she didn't seem surprised by any of the suspicious absences on the Rift today. Instead, she just stood there; staring at Caitlyn with a mischievous grin on her lips and her finger on the trigger of her chain gun.<|im_end|>