[ It should probably be a little strange that Viktor didn't move when he was suddenly staring down the barrel of a gun. But he hadn't been born in Piltover with a silver spoon in his mouth. He'd crawled from the gutter, struggled ceaselessly uphill, broke into the gilded halls of the Academy, experimented on himself, survived a horrific transformation, rising up again and again and again.
Viktor was made of stronger stuff. Viktor was forged in steel. ]
I would not do that if I were you. [ His voice was still so soft, perhaps even softer than before. It was definitely a warning. ]
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Viktor was made of stronger stuff. Viktor was forged in steel. ]
I would not do that if I were you. [ His voice was still so soft, perhaps even softer than before. It was definitely a warning. ]