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[H1][color=39b54a]Teemo![/color][/H1]
Location: Dripstone Cave / Old Memories (flashback)
Words Written: 894
XP Gained: 2
Mentions: Kamek and the Koopa Troop [@DracoLunaris]
Powers Used: Guerilla Warfare
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The little yordle couldn’t quite remember what had lead him to lying down here. 

[i]There he was, Darius. Walking right up the top lane of the Summoner’s Rift, flourishing his axe this way and that. But he thought Teemo had returned to the shop. He had a whole ‘nother thing coming as Teemo raised his blowpipe, the armour-clad warrior in the Scout’s crosshairs.[/i]

Wait, no. That happened before. 

[i]Those Darkin had no business being so close to Bandle-City, but that would be fixed really quick.The little soldier giggled the slightest bit as one of them stepped on a puff-cap mushroom, the fungus exploding horribly to send them airborne. Carefully Teemo reached down to his pouch, and selected a blinding dart in lieu of the standard poison tips. That guy who thought he was so badass wouldn’t be able to swing his sword if he couldn’t see a thing.[/i]

Hold on, not that either. Oh, this was it. [i]Strolling through this strange new cave, the realization that Teemo had no rations got him thinking that he ought forage for supplies while he was here. A little drink was collected in his waterskin, and what he thought to be one of thousands of species of fungus that he knew so well was picked up for a light snack. Reckoning it was better to carry it in his belly than in his bag, he placed the morsel in his mouth and chomped down with furry cheeks puffing amidst the effort to masticate. As the juices ran out into his mouth, he realized that this was no mushroom he had ever encountered before. Though he spat it out, it was far too late for the toxins had already made contact with the flesh of his mouth and began running down into his digestive systems. As he dropped down, he made sure to land on the helmeted part of his head and fall in such a way he would neither suffocate nor choke on saliva. As he contemplated the strange new environment he found himself in, Teemo began to slide into a slow delirium.[/i]

Rather abruptly he was awakened, darkness all around him. He could of course see that he was in the dark, and he could make out that he was in a cave. What exactly brought him to consciousness? Well, he could see something out there. A guy not much bigger than himself wielding magic, a turtle of somesort? His buddies weren’t too different from him. But, whatever those turtle guys were, it seemed that at least for the moment their causes were similar to that of Teemo. Namely, they were concerned with not being consumed by the bugs floating about this cave, as was Teemo. Who exactly they were could be figured out later, and if necessary dealt with. But just as in the summoner’s rift, now was the time to make peace with any who would stand together against his enemy. 

Now more or less completely lucid, Teemo began to run back away from the mosquitoes, feigning a full retreat as he hopped over a rock to hide his tiny body behind. He would stand completely still, his body melding with the shadows as he began his old practice of Guerilla Warfare.
Grabbing his blowpipe, he began to select a dart to fire at the mosquitoes, but was rather disappointed when he looked among his belongings. He lacked any poisoned and blinding ones, and it was thus that he would have to make do with the many he had that lacked any sort of coating for further potency. Slotting it into the blowpipe after having made sure he had properly made use of the cover to obscure himself in entirety for a few seconds, it was time to act. 

Hopping out from the side, Teemo would unleash a quick salvo of several darts at the closest mosquitoes to him while he still had an element of surprise.

Then he would begin what some referred to as kiting. He would take a few steps back while reloading his blowpipe, fire it, and then keep moving and reloading in a repeat of this cycle. 

All this time Teemo would seek to communicate with his team. Oddly, he was unable to ping them any of the usual things he would when fighting with such strange allies as he could in the summoner’s rift. That’s why he had to go with the simple alternative of shouting across the cave to them. 

“Keep the pressure on!” he shouted towards them, the little yordle’s speech bearing the high pitch and soft but almost squealing timbre that the words of a very young boy would. However, they also had a volume, power, and delivery to them that implied this was certainly no adolescent. 

“I’ll keep a few coming at me, if we split their attention we can pick them off one by one!” he continued, announcing the very simple strategy against the bugs that he hoped would nonetheless be effective given the stupidity that wilds insects had even when being of this magnitude.

There was of course the concern that these were some sort of magical bugs, but then he would simply have to adapt as any true Scout would. Thankfully, it seemed his unexpected comrades were just as acquainted with violence as he was.