[ Hearing someone running through the alleyway, she pressed herself against the adjacent wall, crouched out of sight, watching for whoever it was to pass. Not expecting Garen, the blond paused, hesitating for a moment.
Should she?
He was the enemy, she had to; she would be a terrible Demacian if she wasn't. Grabbing a paint ball in her hand, she lobbed it overhead, at the wall behind him. Still crouched, she moved toward a secret passage, hoping to catch him from behind when he went to investigate. ]
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Should she?
He was the enemy, she had to; she would be a terrible Demacian if she wasn't. Grabbing a paint ball in her hand, she lobbed it overhead, at the wall behind him. Still crouched, she moved toward a secret passage, hoping to catch him from behind when he went to investigate. ]