The wip of the next chapter in the pounds on piltover saga.
Thunder. The sound, the crack, the deafening explosion. That was all she could remember from that night. There was a blur of action, a feeling of fullness in the pit of her stomach, a pump of adrenaline that made her want to vomit. She remembered watching as that maddened blob of a woman hefted ...
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