"You're stepping awfully close there partner." Twisted Fate stared coldly from under the brim of his hat. In those rare chances he was able to face Graves on the field, things always got a little bit heated. The cowboy didn't mind. He liked the danger. He lived for excitement.
"That's none of yer business." Graves puffed on his cigar, filling the air around him with thick heavy smoke. "What you gonna do 'bout it, 'partner?'"
Fate slid out a gold card from his left sleeve. "Don't say I didn't warn ya." Without hesitation he threw the card, aiming it directly at Graves' face. The strange thing was, the marksman stood completely still and Fate couldn't help but feel something was wrong. Especially with the grin on the other man's face.
"Nice try."
Suddenly the gold card stopped dead in the air and disappeared. Fate looked at the empty space with shock as a large wall of wind appeared between the two champions. He recognized that skill anywhere.
"Yasuo you coward! Come out here and face me like a man."
He hardly got to complete the sentence though as a projectile came flying towards him, making his eyes water and his throat itch. Dammit! Graves had thrown his smokescreen. Fate watched helplessly as the area around him became dim and then dark. He was against two enemies and he had already wasted his only crowd control.
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