United

She’d won. She’d beaten both tribe leaders for control of the Freljord in a lingerie-turned nude pillow fight. Sejuani let the feathers fall to the floor, stepping off Ashe finally and examining both women, superiority plastered on her face. Ashe sat up, blowing some feathers off her lip, hair having a handful of said contents in it. Lissandra looked around like she had amnesia of what she’d just done.

“What happened?” She asked.

Sejuani took her foot off Ashe’s rump and unceremoniously planted it on Lissandra’s large behind. The Ice Witch exclaimed, turning her head to see the smug smirk of Sejuani.

“I beat both of you in this, extremely, messy fight.” She said, looking around at the feather covered bedroom. She wondered how Ashe would clean this up. “And now, I rule the Freljord!”

While Lissandra was beyond unfuriated, Ashe on the other hand seemed to be… completely calm. One could mistake her for being happy almost. Sejuani looked at the Frost Archer with suspicion. She soon snorted.

“Oh don’t tell me, this really was a ruse.” Sejuani scoffed. “Well no matter, I just bested you both in another form of combat!”

Ashe let out a cheerful laugh, baffling Sejuani further. The Winter’s Wrath crossed her arms, staring down the white-haired beauty. Ashe smiled now, standing up with her height shorter than Sejuani’s. She took the woman’s hand, Sejuani glaring and believing this to be a trap. Ashe then did something the Boar Rider never imagined she’d see.

She kneeled.

“Yes Sejuani, you have won.” Ashe said solemnly. “And for that, you rule the Freljord. You now have control over my tribe.”

Sejuani was astonished. Her wide eyes mixed with a now soft glare showed how shocked she truly was. She and Ashe always had a bitter rivalry, and Sejuani knew the Archer was always one to show mercy. Seeing her on her knees, nude for good measure, put Ashe in a different spotlight for Sejuani.

The Winter’s Wrath then felt her interiors wrench lightly for reasons she didn’t believe. Sejuani’s heart felt rather warm, and as she continued to stare at the kneel Ashe, she began to frown.

Maybe it was the prolonged conflict, or possibly the agility and commitment Ashe showed during the pillow fight. The Archer wasn’t the kind of person for close combat, but on the rare occasions that she was disarmed, Ashe could fight with melee weapons.

And today, she showed she could do that, although with pillows instead, but her ferocity was the same.

Sejuani’s mouth twitched with mirth, and she tugged on Ashe’s arm to silently tell the woman to stand. Ashe looked up, mouth agape from the request, but she weakly smirked when seeing Sejuani’s warm smile. The Winter’s Wrath let go when Ashe stood tall again, both women’s gazes mutual as Sejuani gently took Ashe’s hand.

“Today Ashe… you have shown me a part of you I wasn’t sure you had.” Sejuani said. “While the weapons and setting weren’t what one would imagine, the intensity and commitment was the exact same as any other fight.” Sejuani explained, looking up in thought before chuckling. “Well, except for the frequent smacking of butts.”

Ashe laughed at the words. She looked downward toward her buttocks, feeling how warm it was from the frequent hits it got from the pillows.

“I admire you… and you Lissandra.” Sejuani said, glancing as the Ice Witch who gawked at her. The Winter’s Wrath extended her other hand to Lissandra, palm flat and a kind gesture.